Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Ina Hole

Uh..
Come on
State 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: Method

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 could it be 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 kids to enta tha 36,
meth shiiit
is pretentious,
do it for tha imbalanced ,
ya business,
pay me at tha door',
ironman hear me raw , 12
Sure shot in the trenches
Fire in a
the commences
third string rappers play the

There'll be no for soul
Just sentence with no change 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:

at sun down
Run now the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew punt now, pump-bloww
Swimming trunks torn up the huntdown
Brakes 'em up now
a bitch smack 'em up now
a plucked out eyebrow
Naa dog, a broad got to be a
A rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
Walk my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
My revolver to like the Scussy, doc
The out for the squosh
Shell like I'm 6 months in the bush
in a hole!
Hiking in the with 40 motherfuckers 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: Man]

This is for niggas on the bricks
Holdin' down a block for my nigga fisk
The kid that stay up in a
Ain't no christmas ever Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
shit aint the same since the pain or forgiveness
Dead man talkin' elected
Un live it cancer around of a critic
Yo doctor, describe me a drug can knocka'
New on his ass, take a up a nucker
For real though production that kills slow your eardrums
Like a happy 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 swarm you need a net to you
Turn a rap into W C W
Off the rope I hang to the grove
people doubt french fries and a coke
Doc's the name the burglar, ya
that lead through from frigs and murtar
They out my with Rick ran down tires
What a I met who hand out flyers
Look I'ma areas, I have it
My crew large enough to walk and traffic
Bounce box springs on your craft-matic
you be sueing doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from
Your girl see you beat up and
Get a change of
Flaming spit it, name a mark
My towards you JFK playin' in a park

Fire in a hole!

Yeah
in a hole
Yeah
meth, ha-ha
Funk doctor,
Mathematics on the track,
All my in the bricks
All my niggas on

To my crew, BBC
Hahhahahahaa....