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

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

Find out my mental based on
records, hey so I can write
methods. I'm not the king, but is decaf
I 'em for the cream, check it.
Just how deep can get? 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? get tossed to da side,
And I'm the dark of the force, of course.
It's the 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. Method man on shit.
niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick.

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

When I was a 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 niggaz come and test me? 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,
it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit,
You can bet your bottom dollar 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 represent and carve my name within chest.
You can come test, realise no contest, son.
I'm the gun who won old Wild West.

Quick on the with my hands on the floor,
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey galore,
it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' 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 need no chemical blow to no ho, no.
All I is chemical bank to pay her up.
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four,
Kill one, fuck it up and one.
it up and kill one.
Lemme it's real.