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
on, let's 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- , not ready for primetime , be on
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be 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,
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 soldiers in the trenches
in a hole
the commences
third string rappers play the

There'll be no repentance for
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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now,
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 ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
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 like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down plats 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: Method

This is for them niggas on the
Holdin' down a block for my carlton fisk
The kid stay up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the
shit aint the same since the pain or forgiveness
man talkin' about elected
Un it cancer around throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a that can knocka'
New on his ass, a blast up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills slow your
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
With me and swarm you need a net to cover you
a rap game into W C W
Off the rope I hang to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead through five frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran tires
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My large enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from
Your girl see you 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!

Yeah
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
doctor, ha-ha
Mathematics on the track,
All my niggas in the
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....