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

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

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

In your cross color, clothes are over,
Now ya totally crossed out. And kross.
Who da boss? Niggaz get to da side,
And I'm the side of the force, of course.
the method man from the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, it.
it, two tears in a bucket,
Niggaz the ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.
Styles, I get buckwild. man on some 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.
it up and kill one,
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
If it's real.

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

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

Comin' through all projects,
Take it as a threat or 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.
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

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

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

No OJ, no. No straw.
When you give it to me, yeah, 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 bank to pay her up.
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme it's one, two, three, four,
Kill one, it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
know it's real.