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 inside my astral
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is I stick 'em for the cream
Check it just how can shit get
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the Method, Man the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head 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 niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss 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 real
Something I feel son, load it up and kill one
it raw deal son, if it's really real

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

Brothers want to hang the Meth bring the rope
The only way you is by the neck nigga 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 dollar hey I shit
And it's get even worse word to God
It's the Wu through sickin niggaz for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test you're no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
Nine eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not 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 when you drink straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
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
Word up we be
spicy brown mustard hoes
We to stick you

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')