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

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

accounts overseas, when them Feds come for me
All they gon' is CD's, no weight, dog
But wait, dog Pit is back, bigger, badder, stronger
alright, you can hate, dog

But don't be surprised if a chico do you like Nicholas
And blow your motherfuckin' 'Face
Who the fuck wanna off?
'Coz I'm willin' and ready to cock, aim and

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

These are the facts of life minus them three
They don't rap no more, all do is snitchin'
I went 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, them fiends stop, cock, go
to be my life but not no more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take my banana to a banana click
Now that's Miami 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 Miami shit
That's right, that's what, that's right, that's
That's right, I'm from Miami,