Luyện nghe bài hát Melting Pot

I'm not a thug, no, no, no, no, I'm not a
But I hesitate to cock back, bust and point blank ya
Lord ya, I'm like that 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 bought on streets
You want a life gone, that could be
I'm like a nigga 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 these bitches cocaine 'cause they me out here

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

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

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

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

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

Lord, Your Son got problems and I 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 what these drugs do
He wanna see us all through
But if niggaz in the hood knew

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

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

And I pray for 'em

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