Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't fuck me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
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
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the abyss and is mad fish accept it
In Cross Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
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 really
Something I could son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really

And when I was a lil' (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 brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, yet it's a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three eleven with the rhymes galore
Check it I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned you drink Absolut straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')