Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain hardcore 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
Check it just how deep can 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 dark of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket, niggas want 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 mind now I got mine 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 deal son, if it's 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 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 comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on left, southpaw 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
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut it burns
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, ninety-four
up we be hazardous
Northern brown mustard hoes
We have to you

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

I'll fuckin', fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
And you kneel 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 nigga, this motherfuckin')