Luyện nghe bài hát Melting Pot

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a
But I won't 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 taught on these streets
Ain't a thing that can't be bought on these streets
You want a life gone, that 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 that man the methods
And I always bring the pain, they me out here
I call these bitches cocaine they blow me out here

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

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

I got that really foul 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 Miami, that's why the city loves me

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

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

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

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

God for the thugs too
He understand what these do
He see us all pull through
But only if niggaz in the hood

Hell, prayin' ain't wrong but the trigger
Could you go an innocent man
While these weak niggaz grillin' his
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' business

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

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