Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't with me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross Color clothes crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kross
Who the boss? get tossed 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 coming for the head piece it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I always (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 out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three eleven with the rugged 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 when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')