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: Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not for primetime , be on
extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be
pass tha fuck out , somethin ,
could it be tha or could it be that body
in tha of my lincoln , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in your ear and fuck ya up,
up tha tempauture ,
told them 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 shot soldiers in the
Fire in a
the game
string rappers play the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just life sentence with no change for
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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
lock 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a out eyebrow down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the
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 like 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' down a block for my nigga carlton
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa my name off the giftlist
aint been the same 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 up a nucker
For real though production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy with a dildo
I spas on who shows 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
a rap game into W C W
Off the rope I hang glide to the
Straight people french 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 hand out
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew large enough to walk and cause
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from
Your see you beat up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark spit it, a mark
My impact towards you JFK playin' in a

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....