Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pineapple(remix of Bring The Pain)

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Lemme you now:
I to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain.
Let's go inside my plane.

Find out my mental on instrumental
records, hey so I can monumental
methods. I'm not the king, but is decaf
I 'em for the cream, check it.
Just how deep can shit Get deeper than your fists.
And is mad, pissed, accept it.

In cross color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya crossed out. And Kriss kross.
Who da boss? Niggaz get to da side,
And I'm the dark of the force, of course.
It's the man from the Wu-tang Clan,
I be and comin' for that headpiece, protect it.
Fuck it, two in a bucket,
want the ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.
Styles, I get buckwild. Method man on shit.
niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick.

Is it real, Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's real.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
it up and kill one,
If really real.

When I was a stereo, I used to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I always wonder I will be the number one. ( Hey, hey, hey )
And now you to me, Darcon. Darcon.

And all you come and test me? Test me.
I'm gonna lick out brains.
Mothers hang with the meth, bring the rope,
the only way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

Comin' through all projects,
it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on some old shit,
You can bet your dollar that I'm on it.
And get even worse, word to God, it's the Wu.
through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Movin' to left,
I came to represent and my name within your chest.
You can test, realise it's no contest, son.
I'm the gun who won old Wild West.

Quick on the draw with my on the floor,
Lovin' all those goddamn rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I think not it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka.

No OJ, no. No straw.
When you it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn.
it to me raw, I burn.

hair.

I don't no chemical blow to pull no ho, no.
All I need is chemical to pay her up.
Is it real, son? Lemme it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
know it's real.