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 plane
out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the
Check it just how deep can get
Deep as the and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Color clothes you've crossed over
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get 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 piece it
it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pulling files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

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

And when I was a lil' (Stereo)
I listened to champion (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
now I be the number 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 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
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' sickin niggaz for they garments
on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the draw my hands on the four
three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not this 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
I've learned when you drink Absolut it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a
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
Northern brown mustard hoes
We to stick 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
Want it raw deal son, if it's real

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')