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

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Lemme you now:
I came to the pain, hardcore from the brain.
go inside my astral 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 can shit get? Get deeper than your fists.
And is mad, pissed, accept it.

In your cross color, are crossed over,
Now ya totally 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 from the 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. man on some shit.
niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick.

Is it real, son? Lemme 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 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 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,
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit,
You can bet bottom dollar that I'm on it.
And it'll get even worse, word to God, the Wu.
Comin' through, niggaz 'fore they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

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

on the draw with my hands on the floor,
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey galore,
Check it, 'cos I not when it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm 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 is chemical 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,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme know real.