Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds 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 if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
'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, that's the of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot
So if they in your door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of minus them 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, look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block, tell fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and 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

Take my banana clip to a click
Now that's Miami shit
Give me your big old 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 from Miami,

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought
They thought but I thought that
'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's brought back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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