Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Mr. President

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

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

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

Down here it's young niggas riding with o's, got
Terrorist wantin' to 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, mama lost her job
Daddy got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this

You got the White protected by the government killers
We got the crack house protected by them neighborhood
Opportunity ain't knocked
And they be locking niggas up for petty rocks

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

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

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

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