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
Caught a felonies

We can't survive it and strikes niggas out it
But we don't 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, ride and gang
how they get killed you run from the press
We run from killers and jackers and wear bullet proof
Some say the president like and hoes

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

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

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

If you could answer my I wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort
And hit the weed they 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 nigga when you a vote
My lil' homie got twenty for and coke
Nigga my heart and hope to die

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

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