Luyện nghe bài hát Melting Pot

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a
But I hesitate to cock back, bust and point blank ya
Lord ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker stank ya

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

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

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 gon' be labeled a Cuban dope 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 dope dealers and here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em

I got that really foul Kung flo
I'm tryna get really 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 feds wanna bug me, wanna slug me
I thank God 'cause He's the only thing above me
Above me, y'all gon' me till it hurts like
your family over someone else's work

Or losin' case 'cause your co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause thangs done burped
It gets worse, this is for those never see the sun again
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, being me, Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both 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 Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these 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 a dangerous ass life, You know
So, I You for Your doctors and Your hospitals

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

Hell, prayin' wrong but the squeezin' trigger
you go kill an innocent man
While these niggaz grillin' his end?
They ya dawg, reducin' they 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 who lie when they pull me in
It's in the same cell that they threw me in

And I pray for 'em

I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these 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