Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

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

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

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

These are the facts of minus them three bitches
They rap no more, all they 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 them stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and 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 Miami shit
me your big old shit 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 from Miami,

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

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

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

This is we grew up and learned to do
Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two
Keep like 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 know what I'm talkin' then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to where I've been

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

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

Take my banana clip to a banana
Now that's Miami shit
Give me your big old shit with a ton of
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
That's right, I'm Miami, bitch