Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't with me

I came to bring the pain from the brain
Let's go inside my plane
Find out my based on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now 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 mine I'm

Is it real son, is it real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's real
Something I could 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 champion (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 come me (Test me)
Me lick out them brains (It's like that)

Brothers to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga 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 your dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
on your left, southpaw 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 won that old Wild West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like
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 learned when you drink Absolut 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, that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown hoes
We to stick you

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

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