Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, fuck with me

one:]

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my 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, just how deep can get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your 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 the wu-tang clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method man on some shit, niggaz 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 it's real son, if it's real
I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really

booster]

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

two:]

Brothers want to hang the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
Comin a vet on some old vietnam 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, em it's the meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won 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 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 a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is chemical to pay da mo'

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

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at this nigga, motherfuckin...)