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 that coke and weed
When it burn slow, I'll stank ya

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

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

I'm always out here, y'all 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 the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
I ride for 'em and it, I'd die for 'em
I hang with Puerto Ricans and killers
And Cuban dope dealers and these 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 this all possible
I live a dangerous ass life, You
So, I thank You for doctors and Your hospitals

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

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

If I wasn't this then I'd go do him in
'Cause if he was 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 with Puerto Ricans 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