Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed
Then got Totally Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm

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 son, if it's really real

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to champion (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me lick 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 poke
Off the set to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my 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 with my on the four
Nine three eleven with the rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you 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 blow to a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

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

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