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

This to them 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 them Feds they hate y'all

Bank accounts overseas, when Feds come 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 do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and bang

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

These are the facts of life them three bitches
They don't rap no more, all 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
the shots, don't look, stop, drop, roll
Hit the block, them 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
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass

my banana clip to a banana click
Now that's some 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 shit
That's right, what, that's right, that's what
That's right, I'm from Miami,

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

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

Let's ride, I done 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

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

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

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

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

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