Luyện nghe bài hát Defend Dade

Khaled check out right.
I know we global now, wide 305.
But I see that they to bring down the movement.
I'm tellin everybody in the crib can bet on me.
One time, new (that's right)

Put your money where your is, bet on me. [x4]

Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Tell them boys to running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
back won't last with checks you can't cash.

Keep disrespectin', in the the everglades they'll ya,
I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper forty-nine ya.
I up listenin to Luke, and... and... and bumpin Trick
boys done open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and you made it,
I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Ladies.
I seen them trying to bring you down, but that dog you one of the greatest!
mix 96 up, but even back then you had haters.
I Temple at Oynx, I was too young to get in,
I was outsider selling Chronic you know gettin it in.
I remember Unk beating the mistrial, celebrating the win.
Ya'll can try to stop Miami but shit will never end.

Tell them to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth,
I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
You're backs last with checks you can't cash.

One time TS, two Fat Joe.
I them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short.
I remember them Cash Money in Little Haiti, all runnin with zozs.
Banana Azuri, drop top that's fo sho.
Flo-Rida, Grind mode always show before.
Dammit man I been paying dues, now my time to blow.
when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs!
Cause will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows.
My dog Noseshaker, through the block on something clean.
Sounding like an earthquake, he is what dope boys dream.
Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a truck.
That's them Miami don't get it mixed up.

Tell them to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk about it, be it HEY)
them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, can't me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY)
You're backs won't last with checks you cash.

I'm Mr. 305, I'm of Miami's Heat.
I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am street.
Low key and stay quiet, that's how chicos in Miami eat.
I love it when these boys from out of town and thinking Miamis sweet.
All these boys down here looking for pussy, to Miami skeet.
That's when they run up in they room and give them a Miami treat.
When the choppers start a raining, it's hard to a Miami leak.
what they get for thinking Miamis just Miami Beach.

Tell them boys to keep running that out they mouth,
I'm the guard of my city, knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk it, be about it HEY!)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't about it, be about it HEY!)
Tell them boys to keep running shit out they mouth,
I'm the of my city, can't knock me down like
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,
(Don't talk it, be about it HEY!)
You're backs won't last checks you can't cash.

Hah, You know what they say in the right?
Don't let your write a check your ass can't cash Ha ha ha.
If the moneys on the wood, all good.
But if the moneys out of sight its to be a fight.
And the thing you want is a fight with the 305bitches DALE!