Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck 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 can shit get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it

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

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

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

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
Want it raw deal son, if it's really

And I was a lil' stereo
(Stereo)
I to some champion
(Champion)
I always
(Wondered)
Will now I be the numba
(Tical! Hahaha)

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

Brothers want to with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
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
It's the Wu comin' through sickin' for they garments

on your left, southpaw 'em it's the Meth
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

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

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

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

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

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