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

This to them boys on their way to
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and
Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to
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 Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger
alright, you can hate, dog

But be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and

Show the world what it to be born and raised
In the of the K's, that'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 of life 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, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, them fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

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

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

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

to be exact, I bring it back
How you want it, from the stove or the
How you want it, high yellow or light
Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em with they pipes out

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

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

where the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun and a triangle 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

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

Hop in the and haul ass
Step on the gas, 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 Miami shit
Give me your big old with a ton of bricks
Now some Miami shit

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