Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To Pac

boosie
holla at my nigga right
my to 2pac
up .....

first of all i want let u kno dat u really
probably never be nobody better, real

all thru my life, you me dawg (fo real)
when you i really cried, i wonder why for you dog
pac ill be goin to it just like you
police hate me ....they me too
ppl me to you but i neva asked for that glory

but i do ... we one of a wit similar story

they this hustle shit is trap shit
run the rap shit

half of these rappers wouldnt even make it if you wasnt pac

soldier used to beef wit they blue up for
that boy jay z he eatin he at touchin a bill
love, dear mama, i aint mad at cha my favorite songs
...when i listen to em i dat you was home

pac they me with murder....makes me in my cell
still i got high in dat bitch, pac lol

your momma and shes aint got a own color
you served the you gave niggas and kids wit nothin....

guess wht is hit a nigga in the car
heard he killed the nigga pac, now he said youre goin

i hope he em bitch
they got money for war but they cant feed the pour
we got a president now pac but we still aint got more

its crazy his obama

i wished i had some time to make a hit wit u
my oldest daughter ivy daddy thats all you listen to

i hate the just like you hate the cops
ive been askin hollywood but they dont want me no shot

my bad my name

ppl dont even buy cds nomore pac teenagers aint fightin
mayne they squeezin their

and shootin up everybody
anyway save a for me, i wish you had google
really explain you in this letter but its a lot to kno bout boosie
i u pac
police shooting us on tv now

i fucked two hoes on toss it up last
and they let me ......i was dumb night

but anyway you ...so imma let you go
thanks for you got me through 100
i remain the
boosie