Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State 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
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , somethin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be that
in tha trunk? of my , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
told kids to enta tha 36,
masta shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
string rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence 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:

at sun down
Run now from the bucks sound,
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a rich smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat ride like the bride of Chuckey
through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked 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 Barnaby Jones,
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: Method

This is for them on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton
The kid that stay up in a
no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the since the pain or forgiveness
man talkin' about elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, a blast up a nucker
For though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on anyone who his ass
I got the mob with me a full tank of gas

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and swarm 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 and a coke
the name the burglar, serve ya
that lead five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my Rick ran down tires
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You bang from start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark it, name a mark
My towards you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....