Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

[verse

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey, so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the
it, just how deep can shit 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? niggaz get to the side
And I'm the side of the force
Of course it's the method, man from the clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method man on some shit, niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, miss daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm

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

[interlude:

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

two:]

Brothers want to hang with the meth bring the
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set comin to your
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
Comin a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's get even worse word to god
It's the wu comin through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin on your left, em it's the meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun won that old wild west
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes
Check it cause I think not this hip-hops like 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 absolut it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)