Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)

Basically, fuck with me

I came to the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral
Find out my mental's on instrumental
Records hey so I can monumental
Methods, I'm not the
But niggas is decaf I 'em for the cream
Check it just how deep can get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish it
In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed
got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who the boss? Niggas get 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 coming for the piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, want the ruckus
Bustin' at me bruh, now it
Styles, I gets
Man on some shit, pulling niggas files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind now I got I'm Swayze

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

And I was a lil' stereo (Stereo)
I listened to some (Champion)
I always (Wondered)
Will now I be the one (Tical hahaha)
Now you listen to the (Gargon)
And the summary
And any man dat come me (Test me)
Me gwanna out them 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 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 dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get worse word to God
It's the Wu comin' sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the
Came to represent and my name in your chest
You can come realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my on the four
Nine three with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not this 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 learned you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my hairs a perm
I don't need a blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four
up we be hazardous
Northern brown mustard 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, it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's real

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

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

You
(So) So the hoe
the hoe

(Look at this nigga, motherfuckin')