Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it just how deep can get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad accept it
In your Cross Color clothes crossed over
Then got Totally Out and Kris Kross
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of it's the Method, Man from 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
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a stereo (Stereo)
I to some champion (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 lick out them 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 projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even word to God
It's the Wu through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you give it to me aiy, it to me raw
learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest a perm
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')