Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

one:]

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
Let's go inside my plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the
Check it, how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In cross colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and kross
Who da niggaz get tossed 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 comin for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method man on some shit, pullin files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin miss
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know real son, if it's really real
Something I 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 listened to some (champion)
I always (wondered)
Will now I be the numba (tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de (gargon!)
And de summary
And any man dat come me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem (it's like that)

[verse

Brothers want to hang with the meth bring the
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set comin to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
from a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And it's gonna get even word to god
It's the wu comin sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em the meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can come 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 three eleven the rugged rhymes galore
it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

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

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at this nigga, motherfuckin...)