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
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass

This to boys on their way to Tennessee
to M.J.G, breakin' dem birds and 8-balls
Be careful with them ki's, hesitate to squeeze
Watch out for them Feds 'coz hate 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 be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas Cage
And blow motherfuckin' 'Face Off'
Who the fuck face off?
'Coz I'm and ready to cock, aim and bang

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

These are the facts of life minus them bitches
They rap no more, all they do is snitchin'
I from no pot to piss in
To gettin' 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, tell them 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
'em, hop in the bucket and haul ass
Fuck 'em, hop in the 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 some Miami shit

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

I eat, sleep, shit, rap
See that 745 LI, yeah, I bought
They never but I thought 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, yellow or light brown
Or feel Method Man, I got 'em fiendin' with they pipes out

ride, I done reminisce on them days
When they used to 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
Cubans'll teach you 'bout a bird or two
Keep actin' these boys won't murder you
Now here the sun ain't the only thing you

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

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

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

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 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 Miami, bitch