Luyện nghe bài hát Melting Pot

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a
But I won't hesitate to cock back, bust and blank ya
thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya

That's what I been taught on streets
Ain't a goddamn thing that be bought on these streets
You want a life gone, could be done
I'm like a that did ten years, I'm eager to come

In the game and do more than
I'm loco in the brain, I'm that man the methods
And I always bring the pain, know me out here
I call these cocaine 'cause they blow me out here

I'm always out here, y'all it real
But I keep it realer, I'ma make my first mill off the
But I'm still be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin' the motherfucker

I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

I got that really Kung flo flow
I'm get that really foul Kung do doe
But you don't me homie, so don't judge me
I rep the Miami, that's why the city loves me

The feds wanna bug me, haters wanna me
I thank God 'cause the only thing that's above me
Above me, y'all gon' me till it hurts like
Losin' your family over else's work

Or losin' case 'cause your co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause them thangs burped
It gets worse, this is for those that'll see the sun again
That'll pick through shit for a just to get it in

This is was fed to him, this is why
The let him in here, being me, being Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both the down south
we from the bottom, shit

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian
And Cuban dope dealers and here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

Lord, Your Son got problems and I know You know
'Cause You this all possible
I live a ass life, You know
So, I You for Your doctors and Your hospitals

God for the thugs too
He understand these drugs do
He wanna see us all pull
But only if in the hood knew

Hell, prayin' ain't but the squeezin' trigger
Could you go kill an man
While these weak grillin' his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' they

If I wasn't doin' this I'd go do him in
'Cause if he was dead he couldn't say he me then
For niggaz who lie when they pull me in
It's in the same older cell that threw me in

And I just for 'em

I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And dope dealers and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em