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 on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross clothes you've crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a stereo (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 summary
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me lick out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
it as a threat, better 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 worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof 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 need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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