Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

Hop in the bucket and ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass

This to them boys on way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem and 8-balls
Be with them ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for Feds 'coz they hate y'all

Bank overseas, when them Feds come for me
All gon' find is CD's, no weight, dog
But wait, dog 'coz Pit is back, bigger, badder,
alright, you can hate, dog

But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the fuck wanna face
I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

Show the what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K's, the County of Dade
Well, they used to straight phase, now they shoot AK's
So if kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them bitches
don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I from no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, tell fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass

my banana clip to a banana click
Now some Miami shit
Give me your big old with a ton of bricks
Now some Miami shit

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some shit
That's right, what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I that
They never but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, soda and a peaka and it's brought back

to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, the stove or the microwave?
How you it, high yellow or light brown
Or feel that Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out

Let's ride, I done reminisce on them
When they used to jack everyday in Dade
That's how JT Money got his
Miami, all it equals is tons of

This is what we grew up and to do
These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a or two
Keep actin' like these won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the thing burnin' you

where the bitches go two ways
Niggas gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to where I've been

Welcome to rappin' raised the
Welcome to raised Magic City
Welcome to raised 305, county of Dade
ride

Hop in the and haul ass
on the gas, step on the gas
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
Step on the gas, on the gas

Take my banana to a banana click
Now some Miami shit
Give me your big old with a ton of bricks
Now that's Miami shit

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some shit
That's right, what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami,