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 make it hot (hardcore to '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 out , somethin stinkin ,
it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
in tha trunk? of my , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
told them kids to tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the commences
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just life sentence with no 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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a out eyebrow down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that ride like the 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 with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
Footprints up timbs are souls
We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Ride off with 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

is for them niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same the pain or forgiveness
man talkin' about elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills slow eardrums
a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
With me and meth you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
Straight people doubt french fries and a
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that lead through five from frigs and
They out my with Rick ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look areas, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming spit it, name a mark
My impact 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 in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....