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)
on, come on

[Verse 1: Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , stinkin ,
it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
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 them kids to tha 36,
meth shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence with no 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 from the bucks sound,
Your crew wanna punt now,
Swimming torn up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that ride like the of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 expiring the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed like Jones, hoes
Lay it down like 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: Method

This is for them niggas on the
Holdin' a block for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the since the pain or forgiveness
man talkin' about elected
Un it cancer around throat of a critic
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker 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 you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
Straight people doubt french fries and a
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that through five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran tires
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You bang from start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, name a
My impact you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

Yeah
Fire in a
Yeah
Mister meth,
doctor, ha-ha
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....