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 ya, I'm like that coke and weed
it burn slow, motherfucker 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 a life gone, that could be done
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, they me out here
I call these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out

I'm always out here, y'all keep it
But I keep it realer, I'ma make my first 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 Haitian
And dope dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em
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 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, why the city loves me

The feds wanna bug me, haters 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' family over someone else's work

Or losin' your case 'cause your co-defendant
Or losin' your brain 'cause thangs done 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 was fed to him, this is why
The game let him in here, being me, Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the down
Bitch we from the bottom,

I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I with Puerto Ricans 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 that You know
'Cause You 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 what drugs do
He wanna see us all through
But only if niggaz in the knew

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

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 who lie when they pull me in
It's in the same older cell that threw me in

And I just for 'em

I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
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 for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em