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)
on, come on

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be that
in tha trunk? of my , continental style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and fuck ya up,
up tha tempauture ,
told them kids to tha 36,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
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 for soul
Just 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 from the bucks sound,
Your crew punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
Brakes 'em up now
a rich smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat that ride like the bride of
Walk my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload 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 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
Footprints up are wallabe 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 carlton fisk
The kid stay up in a blocks
no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same since the or forgiveness
man talkin' about elected
Un live it cancer around throat of a
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that slow your 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
me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
lead through five from frigs and murtar
They out my with Rick ran down tires
a chicken I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce like box on your craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't from start
girl see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, name a
My impact towards you JFK in a park

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
doctor, ha-ha
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....