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.
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 is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, it.
Just how deep can shit get? Get deeper your fists.
And brothers is mad, pissed, it.

In your cross color, are crossed over,
Now ya totally out. And Kriss kross.
Who da boss? Niggaz get to da side,
And I'm the dark of the force, of course.
the method man from the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and for that headpiece, protect it.
Fuck it, two in a bucket,
Niggaz want the ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now 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.
it up and kill one,
Load it up and 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 when I 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 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' all your projects,
Take it as a threat or yet, it is a promise.
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit,
You can bet your bottom dollar I'm on it.
And it'll get worse, word to God, it's the Wu.
through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Movin' to left,
I came to represent and carve my name your chest.
You can come test, realise 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 think not when it's hip hop like
rhymes be the when I'm drinkin' ninety 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 need no chemical to pull no ho, no.
All I need is bank to pay her up.
Is it real, Lemme know 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.