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 thank ya, I'm like that and weed
it burn slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya

That's what I been on these streets
Ain't a goddamn that can't be bought on these streets
You a life gone, that could be done
I'm a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to come

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

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 just statin' the motherfucker

I hang with Puerto Ricans and 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 for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em

I got really foul Kung flo flow
I'm tryna get that foul Kung do doe
But you don't know me homie, so don't me
I rep the real Miami, why the city loves me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I pray for 'em

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