Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey, so I can write

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

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

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

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

And I was a lil' 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 out dem brains
(It's that)

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

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

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

on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like
be the proof 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 give my chest a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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