Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
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
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the Method, Man the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the piece protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize 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 hip-hops proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, style
Word up we be
spicy brown mustard hoes
We to stick you

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