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
Fuck 'em, hop in the and haul ass

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

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 be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your 'Face Off'
Who the fuck 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, the County of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they AK's
So if they kick in door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus three bitches
They don't rap no more, all 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 them stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is what we up and learned to do
These Cubans'll teach you 'bout a or two
Keep 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 triangle a one way
If you know I'm talkin' 'bout then you from Dade
If you don't then welcome to where been raised

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

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

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

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