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

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Lemme tell you
I came to bring the pain, hardcore 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 niggaz is
I stick 'em for the cream, it.
Just how deep can get? Get deeper than your fists.
And is mad, pissed, accept it.

In your cross color, clothes are 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 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 know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme it's real.
it up and kill one,
Load it up and one,
it up and kill one,
If really real.

When I was a little stereo, I to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )
I always 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 out your brains.
wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the 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 get even worse, word to God, it's the Wu.
Comin' through, takin' niggaz they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

to your left,
I came to and carve my name 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 those monkey rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I not when it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof I'm drinkin' 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 need no chemical blow 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, know it's one, two, three, four,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme it's real.