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.
go inside my astral plane.

Find out my mental on instrumental
records, hey so I can write
methods. I'm not the king, but is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, it.
Just how deep can shit get? Get than your fists.
And brothers is mad, pissed, 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 side of the force, of course.
It's the method man the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and for that headpiece, protect it.
it, two tears in a bucket,
Niggaz want the 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 know real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's real.
Load it up and one,
it up and kill 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 I will be the number one. ( Hey, hey, hey )
And now you to me, Darcon. Darcon.

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

Comin' all your projects,
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on some old shit,
You can bet your bottom that I'm on it.
And it'll get 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 within your chest.
You can come test, it's no contest, son.
I'm the gun who won old Wild West.

on the draw with my hands on the floor,
Lovin' all goddamn monkey rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I think not it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety 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 chemical to pay her up.
Is it real, son? Lemme it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme it's real.