Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
go inside my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

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

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

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

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

Is it son, is it really real son?
Let me know it's son, if it's really 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 wondered
(Wondered)
Will now I be the one?
(Tical! Hahaha)

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

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

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

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

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

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

What, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous car crashing, passing me
Northern spicy brown mustard
We to stick you

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

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