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
Lord thank ya, I'm that coke and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker stank ya

That's what I taught on these streets
Ain't a goddamn that 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 game and do than entertain
I'm loco in the brain, I'm that man with the
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 it realer, I'ma make my first mill off the deal
But I'm gon' be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin' the motherfucker

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
I for 'em and goddamn 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 judge me
I rep the Miami, that's why the city loves me

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

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

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

I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn 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

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

God for the thugs 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 squeezin'
Could you go kill an man
these weak niggaz grillin' his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, they business

If I doin' this 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
It's in the same older cell they threw me in

And I pray 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
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