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

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

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

I hang with Puerto Ricans and killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die 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 got really foul Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get really foul Kung do doe
But you know me homie, so don't judge me
I rep the Miami, that's why the city loves me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I pray for 'em

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