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
Lord thank ya, I'm like 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 bought on streets
You want a life gone, that could be
I'm like a nigga that did ten years, I'm to come

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

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 dope dealer
I'm just statin' the motherfucker

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 dope dealers and here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em

I got that foul Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that 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 wanna bug me, haters wanna slug me
I thank God 'cause He's the thing that's above me
Above me, gon' feel me till it hurts like
Losin' your family over else's work

Or losin' your case 'cause your co-defendant
Or losin' your brain them thangs done burped
It gets worse, this is for those never see the sun again
That'll pick through 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
it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the down south
Bitch we from the bottom,

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

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

Thank God for the too
He what these drugs do
He wanna see us all pull
But if niggaz in the hood knew

Hell, prayin' wrong but the squeezin' trigger
you go kill an innocent man
While weak niggaz grillin' his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, they business

If I wasn't doin' this I'd go do him in
'Cause if he was he couldn't say he knew me then
For them niggaz who lie they pull me in
in the same older cell that they threw me in

And I just for 'em

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