Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the
go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's on instrumental
hey so I can write monumental
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 Cross Color clothes you've over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
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 protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the
at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Daisy
Out her mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a stereo (Stereo)
I listened to 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 gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

Brothers want to with 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 a promise
from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin' on left, southpaw em it's the Meth
to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test 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 eleven with the rhymes galore
it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the while I'm drinkin' 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 straight it
Enough to my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

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

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

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')