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
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Cross Color clothes crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
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 coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Man on some 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 really 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 son, if it's really real

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

Brothers want to with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three eleven the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a 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 brown mustard hoes
We have to you

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')