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.
go inside 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 stick 'em for the cream, it.
Just how deep can shit Get deeper than your fists.
And brothers is mad, pissed, it.

In cross 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 hectic and comin' for headpiece, protect it.
Fuck it, two in a bucket,
Niggaz want the 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? know it's 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.

When I was a little stereo, I 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 lick out your brains.
Mothers wanna hang the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the only way you is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

through all your projects,
Take it as a threat or yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam shit,
You can bet your dollar that I'm on it.
And it'll get even worse, word to God, the Wu.
Comin' through, takin' niggaz they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

to your left,
I came to represent and carve my name within 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 those goddamn monkey galore,
Check it, 'cos I think not it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof 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 no chemical blow to pull 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,
Kill one, fuck it up and one.
it up and kill one.
Lemme know real.