Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

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

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

In your cross color, you've crossed over
got totally krossed 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 Method Man from the Wu-Tang
I be hectic and comin' for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me brush, now it

Styles, I gets wild
Method Man on some shit, pullin' files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got Swayze

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

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to champion
(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 lick out dem
(It's that)

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

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

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

Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not 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 straight it
to give my chest hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

What, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be car crashing, horn 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, load it up and one
Want it raw deal son, if really real

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