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 back, bust and point blank ya
Lord thank ya, I'm like that coke and
When it burn slow, motherfucker 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 gone, that could be done
I'm like a nigga that did ten years, I'm eager to

In the game and do more 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 these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out

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

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

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

The feds wanna bug me, haters slug 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 work

Or losin' your case 'cause co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause thangs done burped
It gets worse, this is for those never see the sun again
That'll pick through shit for a balloon 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, both from the south
we from the bottom, shit

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

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

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

Hell, prayin' ain't wrong but the squeezin'
Could you go kill an man
While these weak grillin' his end?
They ya dawg, reducin' 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 them niggaz who lie they 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 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 dope dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em