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

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

Bank accounts overseas, when Feds come for me
All they gon' 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 do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the fuck wanna face
'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, that's the County of
Well, they used to shoot straight phase, now they shoot
So if they kick in your door, I you do what they say

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

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

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

Take my clip to a banana click
Now that's some Miami
me your big old shit 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, that's right, what
That's right, I'm Miami, bitch

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See 745 LI, yeah, I bought that
They never but I thought that
Give 'em a brick, bakin' soda and a peaka and it's 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 done reminisce on days
When they to jack tourists everyday in Dade
how JT Money got his name
Miami, all it is tons of cocaine

This is what we up and learned to do
These Cubans'll you 'bout a bird or two
Keep like these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the thing burnin' you

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

Welcome to raised the crib
Welcome to rappin' raised Magic
Welcome to rappin' raised 305, county of
ride

Hop in the bucket and ass
on the gas, step on the gas
Fuck 'em, hop in the bucket and ass
Step on the gas, on the gas

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

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