Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President I in the hood
Where people live bad but say all good
And my homies and robbing
a misdemeanor felonies

We can't it and three strikes niggas out it
But we don't give a fuck 'cause niggas down here it, 'bout it
One in God we trust
But you say Saddam ain't gonna fuck with us
(Uh)

Now you see how we feel niggas set trip, ride and bang
how they get killed you run from the press
We run from and jackers and wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president weed and hoes

here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin' to blow you
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin' to take my
You got secret service roamin' the
I got a bunch of no niggas ridin' with me

Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the
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Dear Mr.
(Mr. President)
My to the President
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Mr. President, mama just lost her job
Daddy got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to
Santa Claus our house this year

You got the White House by the government killers
We got the crack house protected by them dealers
Opportunity ain't never
And they be locking niggas up for slangin' rocks

If you answer my questions I wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, coke
And hit the weed when they me
Niggas die in the put they face on a shirt

White folks get and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a
My lil' homie got for weed and coke
Nigga my heart and hope to die

I'm begging for
But only you can the tears
Out my eyes

Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the
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Dear Mr.
(Mr. President)
My to the President
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Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the
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Mr. President
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My letter to the
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