Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State your
on
Let's it hot
on (word)
make 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: Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
pass tha out , somethin stinkin ,
it be tha skunk? or could it be that 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 them 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
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
third string rappers play the

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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a out eyebrow down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that like the bride of Chuckey
Walk my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like 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 expiring the blow
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it like 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 on the bricks
Holdin' a block for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the
aint been the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker with a
I spas on anyone who his ass
I got the mob with me plus a tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap game W C W
Off the I hang glide to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that lead through from frigs and murtar
skirt out my with Rick ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look areas, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You bang from start
girl see you beat 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!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....