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 inside my plane.

Find out my based 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 deeper than fists.
And is mad, pissed, accept it.

In your color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya totally 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,
Niggaz want the ruckus? So 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.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
it up and kill 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 lick out your brains.
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, the rope,
the only way you hang is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

Comin' through all projects,
it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit,
You can bet your bottom that 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 test, realise it's no contest, son.
I'm the gun who won old Wild West.

Quick on the with my hands on the floor,
Lovin' all goddamn monkey rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I not when it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' 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 no chemical blow 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 really real, son, lemme know one, two, three, four,
Kill one, fuck it up and one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme know real.