Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

This to them on their way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and
Be careful with them ki's, don't to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds 'coz they y'all

accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me
All they gon' 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 chico do you like Cage
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna off?
'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 shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door, I you do what they say

are the facts of life minus them three bitches
They rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went 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, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, tell fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my life but not no

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

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

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

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

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

ride, I done reminisce on them days
When used 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' like these boys murder you
Now here the sun the only thing burnin' you

where the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun play and a triangle a one way
If you what 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 rappin' 305, county of Dade
Let's

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

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

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