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
on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold)
Come on, on

[Verse 1: Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- , not ready for primetime , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
tha fuck 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 fuck ya up,
turnin up tha ,
them kids to enta tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure soldiers in the trenches
in a hole
the commences
third string play the benches

There'll be no for soul
life 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 the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a rich smack '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 my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like 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 expiring the blow
Footprints up timbs are souls
We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like in ya hair
Ride off with your 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

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

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and swarm you need a net to cover you
a rap game into W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead five from frigs and murtar
They out my with Rick ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
I'ma areas, I don't have it
My large enough to walk and cause traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from
Your girl see you beat up and
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My towards you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....