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 coke and
it burn slow, motherfucker I'll stank ya

That's what I taught on these streets
Ain't a goddamn that can't be bought on these streets
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 the pain, they know me out here
I call these cocaine 'cause they blow 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 statin' the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

Or losin' your case 'cause co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain them thangs 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 was fed to him, this is why
The game let him in here, me, being Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the south
we from the bottom, shit

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
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

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

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

Hell, prayin' ain't wrong but the trigger
Could you go an innocent man
these weak 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 knew me
For them who lie when they pull me in
It's in the older cell that they threw me in

And I just for 'em

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