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
extinction , tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or it be that body
in tha trunk? of my lincoln , style,
pop tha like a pimple,
im fed up
I put it in ear and fuck ya head up,
up tha tempauture ,
told them kids to tha 36,
masta meth
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure shot soldiers in the
in a hole
the game
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just sentence 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,
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks up from the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My to reload like 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 timbs are wallabe
We cased to like Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down plats 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: Man]

is for them niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga 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' about
Un live it cancer throat of a critic
Yo doctor, me a drug that can knocka'
New on his ass, a blast up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills slow your
Like a happy hooker a dildo
I on anyone who shows his ass
I got the mob with me plus a full 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 I hang glide to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the the burglar, serve ya
lead through five from frigs and murtar
They skirt out my with ran down tires
What a chicken I met who out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew enough to walk and cause traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't bang from
Your girl see you up and shit
Get a of heart
dark spit it, name a mark
My impact you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

[3X]
Fire in a
[5X]
Mister meth,
doctor, ha-ha
Mathematics on the track,
All my niggas in the
All my on Shaolin

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....