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 to tha game
im tha ph- , not ready for primetime , be on
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or it be that body
in tha of my lincoln , continental 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,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure shot in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
string rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just life sentence with no 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 from the bucks sound,
Your crew punt now, pump-bloww
trunks torn up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a rich smack 'em up now
a out eyebrow down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that ride like the bride of
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My to reload like the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
Shell like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 expiring the blow
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We cased to 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 them niggas on the
Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the
shit been the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man about elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug can knocka'
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production that kills your eardrums
Like a happy hooker with a
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a full 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 rope I hang to the grove
Straight people doubt fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
I'ma areas, I don't have it
My crew enough to walk and cause traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't from start
Your girl see you beat up and
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My impact towards you JFK in a park

Fire in a hole!

Yeah
in a hole
Yeah
meth, ha-ha
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....