Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Cross Color clothes crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
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, pulling files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know it's real son, if really 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 champion (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's that)

Brothers want to hang the Meth bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet 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 even word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
you give it to me aiy, give 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 need is Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
up we be hazardous
Northern spicy mustard 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, load it up and one
it raw deal son, if it's really real