Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State your
on
make it hot
on (word)
Let's it hot
on
Let's it hot
on, let's make 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- , not ready for primetime , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be body
in tha trunk? of my lincoln , style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told kids to enta tha 36,
meth shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure soldiers in the trenches
in a hole
the commences
third string play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence 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:

at sun down
Run now the bucks sound, touchdown
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
lock 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked like I'm 6 in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down plats in ya hair
Ride off with your 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 niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that stay up in a
no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same since the pain or
Dead man talkin' about
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, a blast up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills your eardrums
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me a full tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
With me and meth swarm you a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
Straight doubt french fries and a coke
the name the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five 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 traffic
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't bang from
Your see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming spit it, name a mark
My impact towards you JFK playin' in a

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
Yeah
Mister meth,
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....