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 on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the side 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 buckwild
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it real son
Let me know 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 stereo (Stereo)
I to some champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set to your projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on old Vietnam shit
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine eleven 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 give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've when you drink Absolut straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

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

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