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 cock back, bust and blank ya
Lord thank ya, I'm that coke and weed
When it burn slow, I'll stank ya

That's what I been on these streets
Ain't a goddamn thing that can't be 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 more entertain
I'm in the brain, I'm that man with the methods
And I always bring the pain, know me out here
I call these bitches cocaine 'cause they blow me out

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

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 hang with Puerto Ricans and killers
And dope 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 that 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, gon' feel me till it hurts like
Losin' your family over else's work

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

I with Puerto Ricans and Haitian killers
And dope dealers 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 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 thank You for doctors and Your hospitals

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

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

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

And I pray for 'em

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