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

1: Method Man]

1: (method man)]
with all do to tha game
im tha ph- enom , not ready for , be on
, change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
pass tha fuck out , somethin ,
it be tha skunk? 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 ya head up,
turnin up tha ,
told them kids to tha 36,
meth 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
Fire in a
the commences
third rappers play the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just life 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 bucks sound,
Your wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
Brakes 'em up now
a rich bitch 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat that ride like the bride of
Walk through my hood, ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload like the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
up timbs are wallabe souls
We cased to placed Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
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 niggas on the
Holdin' down a for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that up in a blocks
Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my off the giftlist
shit aint been the same the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy hooker with a
I spas on who shows 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
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 Rick ran down tires
a chicken I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box springs on craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang start
Your girl see you beat up and
Get a of heart
Flaming dark spit it, name a
My impact towards you JFK in a park

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 on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....