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

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

In the and do more 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 these bitches cocaine they blow me out here

I'm always out here, keep it real
But I keep it realer, I'ma 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 Ricans and killers
And Cuban dope dealers and here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn it, I'd die for 'em
I hang 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 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, haters wanna me
I thank God He's the only thing that's above me
Above me, gon' feel me till it hurts like
your family over someone else's work

Or losin' your case 'cause co-defendant chirped
Or losin' your 'cause them thangs done burped
It gets worse, this is for that'll 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 let him in here, being me, being Pit
Being it, Pitbull and Trick, from the down south
we from the bottom, shit

I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dope 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

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

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

Hell, ain't wrong but the squeezin' trigger
Could you go an innocent man
these weak niggaz grillin' his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' business

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 niggaz who lie when they me in
It's in the same older cell that threw me in

And I pray for 'em

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