Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

[verse

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my based on instrumental
hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is I stick em for the cream
it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it
In your cross colour, clothes you've over
Then got totally out and kris kross
Who da boss? niggaz get 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 for the head piece protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Method man on some shit, pullin niggaz
I'm sick, insane, crazy, miss daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm swayze

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

[interlude:

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

two:]

Brothers want to with the meth bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga 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 dollar hey I bomb
And it's gonna get worse word to god
the wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on left, southpaw em it's the meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun won that old wild west
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like 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 straight it burns
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at this nigga, motherfuckin...)