Luyện nghe bài hát Melting Pot

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

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

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

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

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

I got that really foul 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, wanna slug me
I thank God He's the only thing that's above me
Above me, gon' feel me till it hurts like
Losin' your family someone else's work

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

This is what was fed to him, is why
The game let him in here, me, being Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, 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 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 that You
'Cause You this all possible
I live a dangerous ass life, You
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 if niggaz in the hood knew

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

If I wasn't this then I'd go do him in
'Cause if he was dead he couldn't say he me then
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 killers
And Cuban dope dealers and here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em