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 coke and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker stank ya

That's what I been taught on these
Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be on these streets
You want a life gone, that be done
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 call bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out here

I'm always out here, y'all keep it
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 statin' the motherfucker

I hang with Ricans and Haitian killers
And dope dealers and these here my niggaz
I ride for 'em and 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell, prayin' wrong but the squeezin' trigger
Could you go kill an man
While these niggaz grillin' his end?
They ya dawg, reducin' they business

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

And I just for 'em

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