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
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass

to them boys on their way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem and 8-balls
Be careful with ki's, don't hesitate to squeeze
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 be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the fuck face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and to cock, aim and bang

Show the world what it 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 in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus them bitches
They don't rap no more, all they do is
I from 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 them 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
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass

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

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some shit
That's right, that's what, 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 that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's back

to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, from the 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 done reminisce on them
When they used to jack tourists 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 go two ways
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 welcome to where I've been raised

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

Hop in the and haul 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 some Miami shit
Give me your big old with a ton of bricks
Now some Miami shit

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