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, and point blank ya
Lord thank ya, I'm like that and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker stank ya

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

In the game and do more entertain
I'm loco in the brain, I'm that man with the
And I always bring the pain, they me out here
I these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out here

I'm out here, y'all keep it real
But I keep it realer, I'ma make my mill off the deal
But I'm still gon' be labeled a Cuban dope
I'm just the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

Or losin' case 'cause your co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause them done burped
It gets worse, is for those that'll never see the sun again
That'll through shit for a balloon just to get it in

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

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

Lord, Your Son got problems and I know that You
'Cause You made this all
I live a dangerous ass life, You
So, I thank You for Your doctors and Your

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

Hell, prayin' wrong but the squeezin' trigger
Could you go kill an man
While these weak niggaz grillin' his
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' they

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

And I pray for 'em

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