Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain - Mindless Self Indulgence

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Lemme you now
I came to the pain
from the brain
Let's go inside my astral

Find out my mental based on instrumental
Hey, so I can write methods
I'm not the king but niggas is
I 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can get?
Get than your fists
And is mad pissed
it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed
Now ya totally out and Kriss Kross
Who the boss? 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 and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a
Niggas the ruckus?

Yo it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck
Man, on some shit
Fuckin' nigga's foul, son, I'm

Insane, crazy, drivin' Miss
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm

Is it real, son? Lemme it's real, son
If it's really real, son, know it's real

Load it up and one
it up and kill one
Load it up and one
If it's really

I was a little stereo
I to be the champion
I wonder when I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you come and test me, test me
I'm gonna out your brains
wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the only way you is by the neck, nigga, pump off a set

Comin' all your projects
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar I'm on it

And it'll get worse
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, niggas 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to your
I came to and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild

Quick on the draw my hands on the floor
all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop proper rhymes
Be the when I'm drinkin' ninety proof Vodka

No, O.J.
No, no,
you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw, I
it to me raw, I burn chest hairs

I don't no chemical blow to pull no ho', no
All I need is chemical to pay her up
Is it real, son? know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, know it's one, two, three, four

one
Fuck it up and one
Fuck it up and one
Lemme know real