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 ya, I'm like that coke and weed
When it burn slow, motherfucker stank ya

what I been taught on these 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 to come

In the game and do more than
I'm in the brain, I'm that man with the methods
And I bring the pain, they know me out here
I call these cocaine 'cause they blow me out here

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

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

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

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

Or losin' your case 'cause your chirped
Or losin' your brain 'cause thangs done burped
It gets worse, is for those that'll never see the sun again
That'll pick shit for a balloon just to get it in

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

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

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

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

Hell, prayin' ain't wrong but the trigger
you go kill an innocent man
While these weak niggaz his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' they

If I wasn't this then I'd go do him in
'Cause if he was dead he couldn't say he me then
For them 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 Ricans and killers
And Cuban dope 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 dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em