Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State your
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 '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 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 your ear and 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 shot in the trenches
in a hole
the commences
third rappers play the benches

There'll be no for soul
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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now the bucks sound, touchdown
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
lock 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out down
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A hood rat that ride the bride of Chuckey
through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload 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 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
Footprints up timbs are wallabe
We cased to placed like 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: Man]

This is for niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the same since the or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
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 your
a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a 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 glide to the grove
Straight people doubt french fries and a
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that lead through from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with ran down tires
a chicken I met who hand out flyers
Look areas, I don't have it
My crew large to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang start
girl see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming dark it, name a mark
My towards you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....