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, and point blank ya
thank ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya

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

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

I'm always out here, y'all keep it
But I keep it realer, make my first mill off the deal
But I'm still gon' be labeled a Cuban dealer
I'm just the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I wasn't doin' this 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 older cell that they me in

And I just for 'em

I hang with Puerto and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here 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