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 make 'em at cold)
Come on, on

1: Method Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be body
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 to enta tha 36,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
third string play the benches

There'll be no for soul
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 from the sound, touchdown
Your wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming torn up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch 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
through 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 with 40 motherfuckers the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like in ya hair
off with 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: Man]

This is for them on the bricks
Holdin' a block 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 been the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
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
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on anyone who his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and meth swarm you need a net to you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
Straight people doubt fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that through five from frigs and murtar
skirt out my with Rick ran down tires
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You bang from start
Your see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My impact towards you JFK playin' in a

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....