Luyện nghe bài hát Bring The Pain - Mindless Self Indulgence

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

Lemme you now
I came to bring the
Hardcore 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 is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, it

Just how deep can get?
Get deeper than fists
And is mad pissed
it

In cross color, clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out and Kross
Who the Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the side of the force, of course

It's the Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket
Niggas the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get buck
Method Man, on shit
Fuckin' foul, son, I'm sick

Insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm

Is it real, Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, know it's real

it up and kill one
Load it up and one
Load it up and one
If it's really

I was a little stereo
I used to be the
I always wonder when I be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you niggas and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out brains
Brothers wanna with the meth, bring the rope
'Cause the way you hang is by the neck, nigga, pump off a set

through all your projects
Take it as a or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your dollar that I'm on it

And get even worse
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggas 'fore gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to your
I came to represent and carve my name within your
You can come test, realize no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old West

Quick on the with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all goddamn monkey rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm ninety proof Vodka

No, O.J.
No, no,
you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw, I
it to me raw, I burn chest hairs

I don't no chemical blow to pull no ho', no
All I need is chemical to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know real, son
If really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four

one
Fuck it up and one
it up and kill one
Lemme it's real