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 inside my astral
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got krossed out and kris kross
Who da boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the force
Of course it's the method, man the wu-tang clan
I be hectic, and for the head 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 niggaz
I'm sick, insane, crazy, miss daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got I'm swayze

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

[interlude:

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

[verse

Brothers want to with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
from a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get 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 my name in your chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old 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
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 learned when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a 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 crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard
We to stick you
[horn of car racing by]

I'll fuckin, I'll 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...)