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, motherfucker I'll ya

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

In the game and do than entertain
I'm loco in the brain, I'm man with the methods
And I always bring the pain, they know me out
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 mill off the deal
But I'm still be labeled a Cuban dope dealer
I'm just the facts motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I wasn't doin' 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 pull me in
It's in the same older cell that they me in

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