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 mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
Check it just how can shit get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Color clothes you've over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the
And I'm the side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

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

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

Brothers want to hang with the Meth the rope
The only way you hang is by the nigga poke
Off the set comin' to your
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a
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
the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to 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 with the rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it
Enough to give my chest hairs a
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

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

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know it's real son, if it's real
Something I could feel son, 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 in some staircase piss

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')