Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
your business
on
Let's it hot
on (word)
Let's it hot
on
Let's it hot
Come on, let's it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold)
on, come on

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on
extinction , change tha way u ,or be gone
tha fuck 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,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure shot in the trenches
Fire in a
the game
third rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
Just sentence with 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 sound, touchdown
Your wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming torn up from the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a rich smack 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload 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
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it like 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 on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer around throat of a
Yo doctor, describe me a drug can knocka'
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real though arsenic production that kills slow eardrums
Like a happy hooker with a
I spas on anyone who his ass
I got the mob me plus a full tank of gas

4: Redman]

Yo, yo
With me and meth you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the rope I glide to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
lead through five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran tires
What a chicken I met who hand out
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My large enough to walk and cause traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you beat up and
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, name a
My impact towards you JFK in a park

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....