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 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, how deep can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept 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 piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the
at me bruh, now bust 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 real son, is it really son
Let me know it's son, if it's really real
Something I could son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if really real

[interlude:

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 out dem brains (it's like that)

two:]

Brothers want to with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set to your projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to god
It's the wu comin through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em the meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old wild west
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three eleven the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you drink absolut 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 *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern brown mustard hoes
We to stick you
sound of car racing by]

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)