Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross Color clothes crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it real son
Let me know real 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 stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me lick 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, yet it's a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
It's the Wu comin' sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes
Check it I think not when this hip-hops like 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 Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be
Northern spicy brown mustard
We to stick you

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')