Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In Cross Color clothes you've 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 it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the piece protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

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

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
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 dollar hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
the Wu comin' through 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 test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes
Check it I think not when this 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 drink straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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 son, if it's really real

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')