Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

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

Bank accounts overseas, them Feds come for me
All they 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 Nicholas
And your motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck wanna off?
'Coz I'm and ready to cock, aim and bang

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

These are the facts of life them three bitches
don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I from no pot to piss 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, tell fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my but not no more

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

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

on 22's, 24's, 26
Now that's some Miami
right, that's 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 but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' and a peaka and it's brought back

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

Let's ride, I done reminisce on them
When they used to jack tourists everyday in
That's how JT got his name
Miami, all it equals is of cocaine

This is what we up and learned to do
These Cubans'll you 'bout 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 gun play and a triangle equals a one way
If you know what I'm talkin' then you from Dade
If you don't welcome to where I've been raised

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

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