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

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

Show the world it means 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 went from no pot to in
To gettin' 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
to be my life but not no more

Fuck 'em, 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 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 some Miami shit

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

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

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

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

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

This the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun play and a triangle 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' the crib
Welcome to rappin' Magic City
Welcome to rappin' raised 305, of Dade
Let's

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

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

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