Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

[verse

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey, so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick em for the cream
it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In cross colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally out and kris kross
Who da boss? niggaz get tossed to the
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the method, man from the wu-tang
I be hectic, and comin for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the
Bustin at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
man on some shit, pullin 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 it's real son, if it's real
Something I feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really

[interlude:

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

[verse

Brothers to hang with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin from a vet on some old vietnam
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And it's gonna get worse word to god
It's the wu comin through sickin for they garments
Movin on your left, em it's the meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun that won old wild west
Quick on the with my hands on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it 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 give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

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

fuckin, cut your eyelids off
And you nuthin but sleepin pills

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at this nigga, motherfuckin...)