Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is I stick 'em for the cream
Check it how deep can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna out them brains (It's like that)

want to hang 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, yet it's 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
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em the Meth
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
Word up we be
spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to you

Is it son, is it really real 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 really real