Luyện nghe bài hát Method Man - Bring Da Pain

Basically, can't with me

one:]

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

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

[interlude:

And when I was a lil (stereo)
I to some champion (champion)
I wondered (wondered)
now I be the numba one? (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)

two:]

Brothers want to hang the meth bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
Comin a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb
And gonna get even worse word to god
the wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, em it's the meth
Came to and carve my name in your 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 three eleven with the rugged rhymes
it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no
you give 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 chemical to pull a hoe
All I is chemical bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

You
(so? ? ) so the hoe
the hoe

(look at nigga, this motherfuckin...)