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 , stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or it be that body
in tha of my lincoln , continental style,
pop tha pussy a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
told kids to enta tha 36,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
shot soldiers in the trenches
Fire in a
the commences
third string rappers the benches

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

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna now, pump-bloww
trunks torn up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack '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 is screamed: "Thug me"
My to reload like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 expiring the blow
Footprints up timbs are souls
We cased to placed like Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Ride off with your money 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' a block for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, take a blast up a
For real arsenic 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 game W C W
Off the rope I hang glide to the
Straight people doubt french and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
that through five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with Rick ran down
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I don't it
My crew enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like box on your craft-matic
Before you be doc for malpractice
You couldn't from start
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a change of
Flaming dark it, name a mark
My impact towards you JFK in a park

Fire in a hole!

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

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....