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

[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 ,or be gone
tha fuck out , somethin stinkin ,
could it be tha skunk? or could it be that
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,
up tha tempauture ,
told them kids to tha 36,
meth shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha chemically ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman me raw , 12 inches
Sure shot in the trenches
Fire in a
the commences
third string rappers the benches

There'll be no repentance for
Just life sentence 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:

Gundowned at sun
Run now from the bucks sound,
crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up from the
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a got to be a hussy
A hood rat that ride like the of Chuckey
Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is "Thug me"
My to reload like the Scussy, doc
The bigfoot out for the
Shell like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the snow with 40 expiring the blow
Footprints up timbs are wallabe
We cased to placed Barnaby Jones, hoes
Lay it down like plats in ya
off with 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' a block for my nigga carlton fisk
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas ever since scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint been the since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' about
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though arsenic production that kills slow eardrums
a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas on who shows his ass
I got the mob me plus a full tank of gas

[Verse 4:

Yo, yo
me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the rope I hang to the grove
Straight people doubt french fries and a
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that lead through five from and murtar
They out my with Rick ran down tires
What a chicken I met who hand out
I'ma areas, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
like box springs on your craft-matic
Before you be sueing doc for
You couldn't bang from
girl see you beat up and shit
Get a of heart
Flaming 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 in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....