Luyện nghe bài hát Defend Dade

Khaled this out right.
I know we now, world wide 305.
But I see that they to bring down the movement.
I'm tellin in the crib they can bet on me.
One time, new (that's right)

Put your where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4]

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk it, be about it HEY)
them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
back won't last with checks you can't cash.

Keep disrespectin', in the the everglades find ya,
I'm not from San Fransisco, but the will forty-nine ya.
I grew up listenin to Luke, and... and... and bumpin
boys done open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and congrats you it,
I was a fan from the mix you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I them trying to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!
mix 96 up, but even back then you had haters.
I remember Temple at Oynx, I was too to get in,
I was still outsider selling you know gettin it in.
I remember Unk beating the mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to Miami but this shit will never end.

them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running that shit out mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
You're backs won't with checks you can't cash.

One time TS, two Fat Joe.
I remember them boys in hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all runnin zozs.
Banana Azuri, soft top that's fo sho.
Flo-Rida, Grind mode always show before.
Dammit man I been paying dues, now my time to blow.
Even when 50 come through, he don't no less than 50 zozs!
Cause they push your shit back, way back to trues and vows.
My dog Noseshaker, through the block on something clean.
Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these boys dream.
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a truck.
That's them Miami boys get it mixed up.

Tell boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
You're backs won't last with checks you cash.

I'm Mr. 305, I'm part of Heat.
I grew up in all of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street.
Low key and stay quiet, that's how these chicos in eat.
I love it when boys come from out of town and thinking Miamis sweet.
All boys down here looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet.
That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a treat.
When the choppers start a raining, it's to stop a Miami leak.
That's what they get for thinking Miamis just Beach.

them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY!)
Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth,
I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY!)
You're won't last with checks you can't cash.

Hah, You know they say in the hood right?
Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't Ha ha ha.
If the on the wood, it's all good.
But if the moneys out of its funna to be a fight.
And the last you want is a fight with the 305bitches DALE!