Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

[verse

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I em for the cream
Check it, how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your cross colour, clothes you've crossed
Then got krossed out and kris kross
Who da boss? niggaz get to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course the method, man from the wu-tang clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, miss daisy
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 really
Something I could son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's real

booster]

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

two:]

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, yet it's a promise
Comin a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your 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, southpaw em the meth
Came to represent and carve my in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old wild west
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink absolut it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank 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 have to you
[horn sound of car by]

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at this nigga, motherfuckin...)