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 ya, I'm like 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 on these streets
You want a life gone, that could be
I'm a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to come

In the game and do than entertain
I'm loco in the brain, I'm that man 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 keep it
But I it realer, I'ma make my first mill off the deal
But I'm still be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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
I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope dealers and 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 all possible
I a dangerous ass life, You know
So, I thank You for doctors and Your hospitals

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

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

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

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