Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't fuck me

[verse

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick em for the cream
Check it, how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your cross colour, clothes you've crossed
got totally krossed out and kris kross
Who da niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the side of the force
Of course the method, man from the wu-tang clan
I be hectic, and comin for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method man on shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin miss
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm

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

two:]

Brothers want to with the meth bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to projects
it as a threat, better yet it's 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 even word to god
It's the wu comin sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on left, southpaw em it's the meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old wild
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90
Huh vodka, no oj, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)