Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State your
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)
Come on, on

[Verse 1: Method

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
pass tha out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be body
in tha of my lincoln , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told them kids to tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure shot soldiers in the
in a hole
the game
third rappers play 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 the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
lock 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to reload the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Ride off with your money then 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 on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid stay up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un it cancer around throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production kills slow your eardrums
a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob me plus a full tank of gas

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and meth you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the rope I hang to the grove
Straight people doubt french fries and a
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead through from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look areas, I don't have it
My large enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You bang from start
girl see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming dark it, name a mark
My impact towards you JFK in a park

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
Funk doctor,
on the track, ha-ha
All my niggas in the
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....