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

This to them on their way to Tennessee
Listenin' to M.J.G, dem birds and 8-balls
Be careful with them ki's, don't hesitate to
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 if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the wanna face off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and

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

These are the of life minus them three bitches
don't rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I went no pot to piss in
To gettin' taught how to whip up a pot in the kitchen,

Cook, cook, whip, whip, chop, chop, oh
Hear the shots, don't look, stop, drop,
Hit the block, tell fiends stop, cock, go
Used to be my life but not no

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

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

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

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

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

Let's ride, I done reminisce on days
When they used to jack tourists in Dade
how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it is tons of cocaine

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

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

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

Hop in the and haul 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 banana clip to a click
Now some Miami shit
Give me big old shit with a ton of bricks
Now that's some Miami

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