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 inside my astral
Find out my mental's on instrumental
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 abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your cross colour, clothes you've crossed
got totally krossed out and kris kross
Who da boss? get tossed 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 for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Method man on some shit, niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got I'm swayze

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

booster]

And I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some (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 out dem brains (it's like that)

[verse

Brothers want to hang with the meth bring the
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
Comin from a vet on old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even word to god
It's the wu comin through niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, em it's the meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old wild west
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
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 it to me aiy, give it to me raw
learned when you drink absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I need is bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, meth-tical, style
Word up we be *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy mustard hoes
We to stick you
[horn 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 this nigga, motherfuckin...)