Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

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

But don't be surprised if a chico do you Nicholas Cage
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
'Coz I'm and ready to cock, aim and bang

the world 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 shoot AK's
So if they kick in door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus three bitches
They don't rap no more, all they do is
I from no pot to piss in
To taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen, listen

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, them fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my life but not no

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

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

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

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought
They never thought but I thought
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and brought back

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

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

is what we grew up and learned to do
These Cubans'll teach you a bird or two
Keep actin' these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing you

This where the bitches go two
Niggas gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade
If you don't then to where I've been raised

Welcome to rappin' the crib
to rappin' raised Magic City
Welcome to rappin' raised 305, of Dade
ride

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

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

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