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
Find out my based on instrumental
hey, so I can write monumental

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

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

Of course it's the Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be and comin' for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

Styles, I gets buck
Method Man on some shit, pullin' files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Daisy
Out her mind now I got Martin Swayze

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

And when I was a lil'
(Stereo)
I listened to some
(Champion)
I always
(Wondered)
Will now I be the numba
(Tical! Hahaha)

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

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

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

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

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

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw, when you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you drink absolute it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, horn me
Northern spicy brown hoes
We have to you

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

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