Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it
In your Cross clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the boss? Niggas get 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 protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm

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

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to some (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 come me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them (It's like that)

want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I not when this hip-hops 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 Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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