Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

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

But don't be if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna off?
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 shoot straight phase, now they AK's
So if kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the of life minus them three bitches
They don't rap no more, all do is snitchin'
I went from no pot to in
To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen,

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

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

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

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

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought
They thought but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a and it's brought back

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

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

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

This where the go two ways
love gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm 'bout then you from Dade
If you then welcome to where I've been raised

Welcome to raised the crib
Welcome to rappin' Magic City
to rappin' raised 305, county of Dade
Let's

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

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

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