Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

Bank accounts overseas, when Feds come for me
All gon' 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 Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the wanna face off?
I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

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

These are the of life minus them three bitches
They rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I from no pot to piss in
To gettin' 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 life but not no

Fuck 'em, 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

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

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some 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 bring it
How you want it, from the or the microwave?
How you want it, high yellow or light
Or feel Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out

ride, I done reminisce on them days
When used to jack tourists everyday in Dade
how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it is tons of cocaine

This is what we grew up and to do
These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a or two
actin' like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only burnin' you

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

to rappin' raised the crib
Welcome to rappin' Magic City
to rappin' raised 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
Step on the gas, on the gas

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

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