Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain 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 stick 'em for the
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 Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm

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

And when I was a stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna 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 poke
Off the set comin' to your
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
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 niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em the Meth
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three eleven with the 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
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you Absolut straight it burns
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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