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 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.
how deep can shit get? 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 Niggaz get tossed to da side,
And I'm the dark of the force, of course.
It's the man from the Wu-tang Clan,
I be hectic and for that headpiece, protect 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? know it's real, son. If its really real, son, lemme know it's real.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
If really real.

When I was a stereo, I used 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 hang with the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the way you hang 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 bottom dollar I'm on it.
And it'll get even worse, 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 within chest.
You can test, realise it's no contest, son.
I'm the gun who won that old West.

on the draw with my hands on the floor,
Lovin' all those goddamn rhymes galore,
it, 'cos I think not when it's hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm 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 need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no.
All I need is 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.