Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
hey so I can write monumental
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 clothes you've crossed over
Then got Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the
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
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Man on some 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 really 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

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I to some champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine three eleven the rugged rhymes galore
Check it I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut it burns
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

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

Is it son, is it really 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 deal son, if it's real