Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

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

Show the what it means to be born and raised
In the home of the K's, that's the of Dade
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot
So if they in your door, I suggest 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 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 bucket and ass
'em, hop in the bucket and haul 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 Miami

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

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

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

Let's ride, I 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

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

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

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

Hop in the bucket and 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 shit
Give me your big old with a ton of bricks
Now some Miami shit

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