Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
your business
on
Let's it hot
on (word)
Let's it hot
on
Let's it hot
Come on, let's it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold)
on, come on

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be body
in tha trunk? of my lincoln , style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told them to enta tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure soldiers in the trenches
in a hole
the commences
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence no change for parole
And thats

in a hole! (pray [echoes])
Fire in a hole!
in a hole! (yeah)
in a hole! (yeah, yeah)
in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2:

at sun down
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones,
Lay it like plats in ya hair
off with your money then clap in the air

in a hole!
in a hole! (yo)
Fire in a hole!
in a hole! (yo)
in a hole!
in a hole! (yo)
in a hole! (yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 3: Method

This is for them niggas on the
Holdin' down a block for my carlton fisk
The kid stay up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my off the giftlist
shit aint the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it around throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills slow your
Like a happy hooker with a
I on anyone who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
With me and meth swarm you a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
Straight people french fries and a coke
the name the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five from frigs and
They skirt out my with ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
Bounce like box on your craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't from start
girl see you beat up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My impact towards you JFK playin' in a

Fire in a hole!

Yeah
in a hole
Yeah
meth, ha-ha
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my niggas in the
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....