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, I'll stank ya

That's I been taught on these streets
Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on streets
You want a life gone, could be done
I'm a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager 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, know me out here
I call these bitches cocaine they blow me out here

I'm out here, y'all keep it real
But I keep it realer, I'ma make my first mill off the
But I'm gon' be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin' the motherfucker

I hang with Puerto 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 dope dealers and these my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em

I got that really Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get really foul Kung do doe
But you know 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 only thing above me
Above me, y'all feel me till it hurts like
Losin' family over someone else's work

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

is what was fed to him, this 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 Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And dope dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

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

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

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

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

And I just for 'em

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