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

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

I'm always out here, 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 dope
I'm just the facts motherfucker

I hang Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And Cuban dealers and these here my niggaz
I for 'em and goddamn 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

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

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

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

is what 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
Bitch we from the bottom,

I hang with 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 Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And dope dealers and these here 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 live a dangerous ass life, You
So, I thank You for Your doctors and hospitals

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

Hell, prayin' wrong but the squeezin' trigger
Could you go kill an man
While these niggaz grillin' his end?
They tellin' ya dawg, reducin' business

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

And I just 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
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