Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't with me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my mental's based on
hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it just how can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color you've crossed over
Then got Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me it's real son, if it's really real
Something I 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 champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to with the Meth bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, yet it's a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

What, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be
Northern spicy mustard hoes
We to stick you

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