Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck 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 I stick 'em for the cream
Check it how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris 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 piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on some shit, pulling files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

And I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I listened to champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out them (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
Came to and carve 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 with my hands on the
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
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')