Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
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 Wu-Tang
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm

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

And I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I to some champion (Champion)
I wondered (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat come 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 projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' from a vet on old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')