Luyện nghe bài hát Miami

Uh- Miami yeah, yeah...south beach, the heat- jig it out, uh

Here I am in the where I come to let go-Miami
The and the sun set low.
Everyday like a Mardi-Gras, everybody all day
No all play, ok

So we sip a little something, leave the to spill.
Me and charlie at the bar running up a bill
Nothin' less ill when we dress to kill,
And time the ladies pass they be like "Hi Will"

feel me
All and races,
Real sweet faces, every nation
Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican,
Black, White, Cuban or

I only for 2 days of playing, but every time we come
We always up staying.
This the type of I could spend a few days in,
the city that keeps the roof blazing.

Party in the city the heat is on.
All night on the beach til the break of
Welcome to (bienvenido a Miami)
Bouncin' in the where the heat is on
All night on the til the break of dawn.
I'm going to Miami, welcome to

Yo I heard the rain storms ain't nuttin' to wit
But I can't a drip on the strip, its a trip.
Ladies half dressed, equipped,
And they be out

"Will, we loved last hit!"
So I'm thinking scoop me something hot
In this salsa merengue pot.
club in the city and its right on the beach.

Temperature, get to ya' its to reach
Five hundred degrees in the Caribbean
With the hot screaming "Ayy papi"
Every time I to town they be spotting me,

In the drop Bentley, no stoppin' me.
So cash in your dough and lets flow to fashion show.
Pound for anywhere you want to go.
Yo, ain't no in the world like this, but if you ask how I know,

I to plead the 5th, Miami!

Don't get me Chi-Town got it goin' on
And New York is the city we know don't sleep.
And we all know the LA and Philly jiggy, but on the snake,
Miami heat for real, y'all don't understand.

I never seen so many Dominican with cinnamon tans.
"Mira, this is plan, a walk on the beach, draw a heart in the sand, give
Me your hand. Damn! you look sexy, lets go to in the west keys, ride my
Jet skis, under the palm trees."

Cause you got to have cheese for the time piece on south beach.
Water so you can see to the bottom.
$100,000 cars, got em.
no place in a club to see Sly Stallone, Miami, my second home.

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