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

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Lemme tell you
I to bring 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 'em for the cream, check it.
Just how deep can shit get? Get deeper than fists.
And brothers is mad, pissed, it.

In your cross color, are crossed over,
Now ya crossed out. And Kriss kross.
Who da Niggaz get tossed to da side,
And I'm the dark of the force, of course.
It's the method man the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, 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, son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son, know it's real.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
it up and kill one,
If really real.

I was a little stereo, I used to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I wonder 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 lick out your brains.
Mothers wanna hang the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

Comin' all your projects,
it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on some old shit,
You can bet bottom dollar that I'm on it.
And it'll get 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 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 with my on the floor,
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey 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 need no chemical to pull no ho, no.
All I need is chemical 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.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme it's real.