Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

Bank accounts overseas, when them 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 surprised if a chico do you like Cage
And blow your 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and

Show the world it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K's, that's the County of
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door, I suggest you do they say

are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to up a pot in the kitchen, listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let's ride, I reminisce on them days
When used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
That's how JT got his name
Miami, all it equals is of cocaine

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

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

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

Hop in the and haul ass
Step on the gas, 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 some Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of
Now some Miami shit

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