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 my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
hey so I can write 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 and brothers is mad fish accept 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 it's 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
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know it's real son, if really real
Something I could son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw son, if it's really 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 listen to the (Gargon)
And the Gargon
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck poke
Off the set comin' to projects
Take it as a threat, better yet a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no
When you 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 blow to a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

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

Is it son, is it really real son
Let me it's 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 some piss

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')