Luyện nghe bài hát Miami Shit

Mr. 3, yeah, 0, yeah, 5

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

to them boys 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 them Feds 'coz they y'all

Bank accounts overseas, when them 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 Nicholas
And blow your motherfuckin' Off'
Who the fuck wanna face
'Coz I'm and ready to cock, aim and bang

the world 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 shoot AK's
So if they kick in your door, I you do what they say

These are the facts of life minus three bitches
They rap no more, all they 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, tell fiends stop, cock, go
to be my life 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
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

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

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

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

Let's ride, I reminisce on them days
they 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 'bout a or two
Keep like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun the only thing burnin' you

This the bitches go two ways
Niggas love gun play and a 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

Welcome to rappin' the crib
Welcome to rappin' raised City
Welcome to 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

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

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