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 point ya
Lord thank ya, I'm like that and weed
When it burn slow, I'll stank ya

That's what I taught on these streets
Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on these
You want a life gone, could be done
I'm like a nigga 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 know me out
I call these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out

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 be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just statin' the facts

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

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

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

Or your case 'cause your 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 game let him in here, being me, Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, from 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 with Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em

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

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

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

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
It's in the same older cell that they 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 with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these my niggaz
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em