Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's 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 deep can get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it

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

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

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

Is it real son, is it really 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 really

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I listened to champion
(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 test me
(Test me)
Me lick out dem brains
(It's that)

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

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

Movin' on your left, southpaw 'em it's the
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 with my on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged 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 when you drink absolute it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

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

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your 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