Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State 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

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- , not ready for primetime , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or it be that body
in tha trunk? of my lincoln , 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,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
third rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence with no change for
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 bucks sound,
Your crew punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a rich smack 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat that like the bride of Chuckey
Walk my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed like Jones, hoes
Lay it like plats 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

This is for niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga 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
man talkin' about elected
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, a blast 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 swarm you a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the rope I hang to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five frigs and murtar
They skirt out my Rick ran down tires
a chicken I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew large enough to and cause traffic
Bounce like box springs on your
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You bang from start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming spit it, name a mark
My impact towards you JFK playin' in a

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my niggas in the
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....