Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State your
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)
Come on, on

1: Method Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , somethin ,
could it be tha skunk? or it be that body
in tha trunk? of my , continental style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told them kids to tha 36,
meth shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure shot in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
string rappers play the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just sentence with no change for parole
And real

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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My revolver to reload the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
Shell shocked I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers the blow
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like 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 niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga fisk
The kid stay up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same since the or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug can knocka'
New on his ass, a blast up a nucker
For real arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
Straight people doubt fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran down
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look areas, I don't have it
My crew large to walk and cause traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming spit it, name a mark
My towards you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....