Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain hardcore 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 I stick 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Cross Color you've crossed 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 it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it son, is it really real son
Let me it's real son, if it's really real
I could 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 always (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat come 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 hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof 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 drink Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest a perm
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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