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

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- , not ready for primetime , be on
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , stinkin ,
could it be tha or could it be that body
in tha trunk? of my , continental style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
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
Sure shot soldiers in the
Fire in a
the commences
third rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just sentence 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 wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
lock 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My revolver to reload the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
Shell shocked like I'm 6 in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones,
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: Man]

This is for them on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production kills slow your eardrums
Like a hooker with a dildo
I on anyone 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
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
Straight people french fries and a coke
the name the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five from frigs and
They skirt out my with Rick ran down
What a chicken I met who hand out
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce like box springs on your
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't from start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a of heart
dark spit it, name a mark
My impact towards you JFK 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 niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....