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 based on instrumental
records, hey so I can write
methods. I'm not the king, but niggaz is
I stick 'em for the cream, it.
Just how can shit get? Get deeper than your fists.
And brothers is mad, pissed, it.

In cross color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya totally out. And Kriss kross.
Who da Niggaz get tossed to da side,
And I'm the side 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,
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 real, son, lemme know it's real.
it up and kill one,
Load it up and one,
it up and kill one,
If really real.

When I was a little stereo, I to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I always when I will be the number 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 way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

through 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 bottom dollar that I'm on it.
And it'll get worse, word to God, it's the Wu.
Comin' through, niggaz 'fore they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Movin' to left,
I to represent 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.

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

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