Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore the brain
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
Check it how deep can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color you've crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

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 really real

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's get even worse word to God
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
up we be hazardous
Northern brown mustard hoes
We have to you

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