Luyện nghe bài hát Defend Dade

Khaled check out right.
I know we global now, wide 305.
But I see that they trying to down the movement.
I'm tellin everybody in the 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 running that shit 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 talk 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 about it, be about it HEY)
You're won't last with checks you can't cash.

disrespectin', in the the everglades 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 open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and you made 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 Temple at Oynx, I was too young to get in,
I was still outsider selling Chronic you gettin it in.
I remember Unk beating the rape mistrial, the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will end.

Tell them boys to keep 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 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 me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
You're backs won't last with you can't cash.

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

Tell 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)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep 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)
You're backs won't last checks you can't cash.

I'm Mr. 305, I'm of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am street.
Low key and stay quiet, how these chicos in Miami eat.
I love it when these boys come from out of town and thinking sweet.
All these down 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 a raining, it's hard to stop a Miami leak.
That's they get for thinking Miamis just Miami Beach.

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

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