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 bucket and ass

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

Bank accounts overseas, when 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 like Cage
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna face
'Coz I'm willin' and 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 they AK's
So if kick in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them bitches
don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went from no pot to in
To gettin' taught how to 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, 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 bucket and ass
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass

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

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's Miami shit
right, that's 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
They never but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's 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 with they pipes out

ride, I done reminisce on them 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 we grew up and learned to do
These Cubans'll you 'bout a bird or two
Keep actin' like these won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing you

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

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

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

Take my clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami
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
That's right, that's what, right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami,