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
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

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

Bank accounts overseas, them Feds come for me
All gon' 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 chico do you like Cage
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the wanna 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 to shoot straight phase, now they shoot AK's
So if they kick in door, I suggest you do what they say

These are the facts of minus them 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, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, tell them 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
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass

Take my banana clip to a 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, right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami,

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

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

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

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

This where the go two ways
Niggas love gun and a triangle 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' Magic City
Welcome to raised 305, county of Dade
ride

Hop in the and haul ass
on the gas, step 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 Miami shit
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 shit
right, that's what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami,