Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it
In Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
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 head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
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 it's real
Something I could feel son, it up and kill one
Want it raw son, if it's really real

And I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I always (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 them (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can test 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 rugged rhymes
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
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

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

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