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

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Lemme you now:
I came to the pain, hardcore from the brain.
Let's go my astral plane.

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

In your cross color, clothes are 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.
It's the method man the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and for that headpiece, protect it.
it, two tears in a bucket,
Niggaz the ruckus? 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? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know 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 when I will be the one. ( Hey, hey, hey )
And now you to me, Darcon. Darcon.

And all you niggaz come and test me? me.
I'm lick 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,
Take it as a threat or yet, it is a promise.
Comin' like a vet on old Vietnam 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.

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

Quick on the draw with my on the floor,
Lovin' all those monkey rhymes galore,
Check it, I think 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 need no 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,
one, fuck it up and kill one.
Fuck it up and one.
Lemme know real.