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
thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow, I'll stank ya

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

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

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

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

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

Or losin' your case 'cause your co-defendant
Or losin' your brain 'cause them thangs burped
It gets worse, this is for those that'll never see the sun
pick 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, both the down south
we from the bottom, shit

I hang Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers 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
You made this all possible
I live a ass life, You know
So, I thank You for Your doctors and Your

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

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

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

And I just for 'em

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