Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write

Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it

In your cross color, clothes crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get to the side
And I'm the dark of the force

Of course it's the Method Man from the Clan
I be hectic and comin' for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the
Bustin' at me brush, now it

Styles, I buck wild
Method Man on shit, pullin' niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' mind now I got Swayze

Is it real son, is it real son?
Let me know it's real son, if it's really
I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's real

And when I was a stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to some
(Champion)
I always
(Wondered)
now I be the numba one?
(Tical! Hahaha)

Now you listen to de
(Gargon!)
And de gargon
And any man dat test me
(Test me)
Me gwanna out dem brains
(It's that)

Brothers want to hang the Meth bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a

Comin' from a vet on some old shit
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for garments

Movin' on your left, 'em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test realize no contest
Son, I'm the gun that won old Wild West

Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged galore
it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink absolute straight it
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
Word up we be car crashing, horn passing me
spicy brown mustard hoes
We to stick you

Is it real son, is it really real
Let me know it's son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really

fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in staircase piss
I'll fuckin', cut your off
And feed you nuthin' but pills
You
So the hoe
(So)
the hoe