Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

one:]

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I em for the cream
Check it, how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your cross colour, clothes crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and kross
Who da niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the method, man from the clan
I be hectic, and comin for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method man on some shit, niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, miss daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm

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 deal son, if it's really

[interlude:

And I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I to some champion (champion)
I wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the one? (tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de (gargon!)
And de gargon
And any man dat come me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's that)

[verse

Brothers want to with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set to your projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb
And it's gonna get even worse to god
It's the wu comin through sickin for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the meth
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old west
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops proper
be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
When you give it to me aiy, 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 bank to pay da mo'

What, that, meth-tical, ninety-four style
up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy mustard hoes
We to stick you
[horn sound of car by]

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your off
And you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)