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 back, bust and point blank ya
thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya

That's what I taught on these 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 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 they 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 still gon' be labeled a Cuban dealer
I'm just statin' the facts

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

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

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

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

This is was fed to him, this is why
The game let him in here, being me, 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 and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
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 this all possible
I live a ass life, You know
So, I thank You for Your doctors and Your

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

Hell, prayin' ain't wrong but the squeezin'
you go kill an innocent man
While these weak niggaz his end?
They ya dawg, reducin' they business

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 niggaz who lie when they 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 Cuban dope dealers and these here my
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