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- enom , not for primetime , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be that
in tha of my lincoln , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told kids to enta tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure shot soldiers in the
in a hole
the commences
string rappers play 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
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming torn up from the huntdown
lock '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 revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the
in a hole!
Hiking in the with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Ride off with your money 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 for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit been the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un it cancer around throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug can knocka'
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production that kills slow your
Like a happy hooker 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 meth you need a net to cover you
a rap game into 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 five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew large to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from
Your see you beat up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My impact 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 in the bricks
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....