Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, can't with me

I to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on
Records hey so I can write
Methods, I'm not the
But is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
it just how deep 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 Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get to the side
And I'm the dark of the Force
Of it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas
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 it's real son, if it's 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 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 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 poke
Off the set to your projects
it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old shit
Nigga you can bet your dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even word to God
It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
Came to represent and carve my name in your
You can come test realize no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old West
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this like proper
Rhymes be the proof 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 straight it burns
to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical to pull a hoe
All I is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
Word up we be
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 feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw son, if it's really real

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at nigga, this motherfuckin')