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)
Come on, on

1: Method Man]

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 ,
it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
in tha of my lincoln , continental style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
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 shot soldiers in the
Fire in a
the game
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just life 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
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat that ride like the of Chuckey
through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to reload the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it like plats in ya hair
Ride off 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: Man]

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

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and meth you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
Straight people french fries and a coke
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that lead through five from frigs and
They skirt out my with ran down tires
What a chicken I met who hand out
I'ma areas, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You bang from 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
in a hole
Yeah
Mister meth,
doctor, ha-ha
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....