Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental

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

In your cross color, clothes crossed over
got totally krossed out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? 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 hectic and comin' for the head piece it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof 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 my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank 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 real
Let me know it's real son, if really real
Something I could feel son, it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if really real

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