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, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em at cold)
Come on, on

[Verse 1: Method

1: (method man)]
with all do respect to tha
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
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,
masta meth
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 game
third string rappers play the

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

at sun down
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up 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 ride like the bride of Chuckey
through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to reload 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 motherfuckers expiring the
Footprints up are wallabe souls
We cased to placed like Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Ride off with 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 niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit been the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man about elected
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I spas on anyone who his ass
I got the mob with me plus a full 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 glide to the
Straight people doubt fries and a coke
the name the burglar, serve ya
that lead five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran down
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 like box springs on craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, name a
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 in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....