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, from the brain.
Let's go my astral plane.

Find out my mental on instrumental
records, hey so I can write
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 is mad, pissed, accept it.

In your color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya crossed out. And Kriss kross.
Who da boss? Niggaz get to da side,
And I'm the side of the force, of course.
the method man from the Wu-tang Clan,
I be and comin' for that headpiece, protect 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 know real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's real.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and 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 come and test me? Test me.
I'm gonna lick out brains.
Mothers hang with 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' like a vet on some old shit,
You can bet your bottom dollar I'm on it.
And it'll get even worse, to God, it's the Wu.
Comin' through, takin' niggaz they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

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

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

No OJ, no. No straw.
When you 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, lemme it's one, two, three, four,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme it's real.