Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my based on instrumental
hey so I can write 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 abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
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 Wu-Tang
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it son, is it really real son
Let me know it's 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

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 listen to the (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them (It's like that)

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

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, style
up we be hazardous
Northern spicy mustard hoes
We to stick you

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know it's 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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')