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 based on
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
as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Clan
I be hectic, and for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on some shit, niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss
Out her fuckin' now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really son
Let me know real son, if it's really real
Something I could 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 champion (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
now I be the number one (Tical hahaha)
Now you to the Gargon (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat test me (Test me)
Me gwanna lick out brains (It's like that)

want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga
Off the set to your projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam
Nigga you can bet your bottom hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em the Meth
Came to represent and carve my in your chest
You can come test realize you're no
Son I'm the gun that won old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the
Nine three eleven with the rugged galore
it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm 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 give my chest a perm
I don't a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

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

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
Want it raw son, if it's really real

I'll fuckin', I'll cut your kneecaps 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')