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, make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold)
Come on, on

1: Method Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , somethin ,
could it be tha skunk? or 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,
turnin up tha ,
told them to enta tha 36,
meth shiiit
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 repentance for
Just life with no change 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 the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a bitch 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 through my hood, ?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 with 40 expiring the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it like plats in ya hair
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

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

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
With me and meth swarm you a net to cover you
a rap game into 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
that lead through five frigs and murtar
They out my with Rick ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
Bounce like box on your craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, name a
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 in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....