Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

[verse

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the
Check it, how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your cross colour, clothes crossed over
got totally krossed out and kris kross
Who da boss? 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 head piece it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin miss
Out her fuckin now I got mine I'm swayze

Is it son, is it really 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 real

booster]

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

[verse

want to hang with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set comin to your
Take it as a threat, yet it's a promise
from a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb
And it's get even worse word to god
It's the wu comin through niggaz for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the meth
Came to represent and carve my in your chest
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old west
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've when you drink absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my 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 brown mustard hoes
We to stick you
sound of car racing by]

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)