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

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

Bank accounts overseas, when them Feds for me
All gon' 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 Nicholas
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the fuck wanna face
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and

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

These are the facts of life minus three bitches
They rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to 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 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 and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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