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 I'll ya

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

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

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

I hang with 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 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 got that really foul 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, why the city loves me

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

Or losin' your case 'cause co-defendant chirped
Or your brain 'cause them 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 let him in here, being me, being Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the south
Bitch we from the bottom,

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

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

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

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

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

And I just for 'em

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