Luyện nghe bài hát Defend Dade

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

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

Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, knock me down 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 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)
back won't last with checks you can't cash.

Keep disrespectin', in the the they'll find ya,
I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper will ya.
I up listenin to Luke, and... and... and bumpin Trick
Them boys done open doors, so is owed.
I got love for Rick, and congrats you it,
I was a fan the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies.
I seen them to bring you down, but fuck that dog you one of the greatest!
Khaled mix 96 up, but even back you had haters.
I Temple at Oynx, I was too young to get in,
I was outsider selling Chronic you know gettin it in.
I remember Unk beating the mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will end.

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

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

Tell them boys to running that shit 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)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk it, be about it HEY)
Tell them 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 it, be about it HEY)
You're won't last with checks you can't cash.

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

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

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