Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President I in the hood
people live bad but say it's all good
And my homies and robbing
Caught a misdemeanor

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

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

Down here it's young niggas sixes with o's, got
Terrorist to blow you away
I got niggas in the ghetto to take my place
You got secret roamin' the streets
I got a bunch of no limit ridin' with me

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Dear Mr. President, just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming he was robbed
Landlord us three days to disappear
Claus missed our house this year

You got the White House by the government killers
We got the crack house by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity never knocked
And they be niggas up for slangin' petty rocks

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

White get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga you need a vote
My lil' homie got twenty for weed and
Nigga cross my and hope to die

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

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