Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
Let's go my astral plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
Check it how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man the Wu-Tang Clan
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, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm

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

And when I was a stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's that)

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's get even worse word to God
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my 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
Word up we be
Northern spicy brown hoes
We to stick you

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

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