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

what I been taught on these streets
Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be bought on streets
You want a life gone, that be done
I'm like a nigga did ten years, I'm eager to come

In the and do more than entertain
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 bitches cocaine 'cause they me out here

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

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

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

Or your case 'cause your co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause them thangs burped
It gets worse, this is for that'll never see the sun again
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, being me, Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, both from the down
we from the bottom, shit

I hang with Puerto Ricans and Haitian
And Cuban dope dealers and these here my
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
You made this 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 drugs do
He see us all pull through
But only if in the hood knew

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

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

And I just for 'em

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