Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

This to them boys on way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and
Be careful with them ki's, hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds 'coz they y'all

Bank accounts overseas, when them come for me
All they 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 do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' Off'
Who the wanna face off?
'Coz I'm and ready to cock, aim and bang

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

These are the facts of life minus them three
don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went from no pot to 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

'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 bucket and ass

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 that's Miami shit
That's right, what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I that
They never thought but I thought
'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 stove or the
How you want it, yellow or light brown
Or feel that Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they out

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

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

This where the bitches go two
Niggas love gun play and a triangle a one way
If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout then you from
If you don't then welcome to where I've 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 and haul ass
on the gas, step on the gas

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

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