Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my based on instrumental
hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is I stick 'em for the cream
Check it how deep can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, 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' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really 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 deal son, if really real

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

Brothers want to with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
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
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three eleven with the 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
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
up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown mustard
We have to you

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

I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your 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')