Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President I live in the
people live bad but say it's all good
And my slanging 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 'bout it, 'bout it
One in God we trust
But then you say Saddam gonna fuck with us
(Uh)

Now you see how we feel niggas set trip, and gang bang
That's how they get killed you run the press
We run killers and jackers and wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like and hoes

Down here it's young 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 the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin' me

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Dear Mr.
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Mr. President, mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, home he was robbed
giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house year

You got the White House protected by the killers
We got the crack protected by them neighborhood dealers
ain't never knocked
And they be locking up for slangin' petty rocks

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

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

I'm for change
But you can take the tears
Out my people's

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Mr. President
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