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.
go inside my astral plane.

Find out my mental on instrumental
records, hey so I can monumental
methods. I'm not the king, but is decaf
I 'em for the cream, check it.
Just how deep can shit Get deeper than your fists.
And is mad, pissed, accept it.

In cross color, clothes are crossed over,
Now ya totally crossed out. And kross.
Who da Niggaz get tossed to da side,
And I'm the side of the force, of course.
It's the man from 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. 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, know it's real.
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
Load it up and one,
If really real.

I was a little stereo, I used 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 and test me? Test me.
I'm lick out your brains.
Mothers hang with the meth, bring the rope,
'Cos the only way you is by the neck,
Nigga, off a set.

Comin' all your projects,
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise.
like a vet on some old Vietnam shit,
You can bet your bottom that 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 came to represent and carve my name within 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,
all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore,
Check it, 'cos I think not when hip hop like proper
rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety 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 don't need no chemical blow to no ho, no.
All I need is bank to pay her up.
Is it real, son? Lemme know 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.