Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross Color clothes you've over
Then got Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of course the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, 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 really real
Something I 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 wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the 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 old Vietnam 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 niggaz for they
Movin' on your left, southpaw em the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to my chest 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 to stick you

Is it real son, is it really 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