Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To Pac

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

first of all i want let u kno dat u missing
probably never be better, real shit

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

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

they call this hustle is trap shit
south run the rap

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

used to beef wit they blue up for real
that boy jay z he eatin he damned at touchin a
unconditional love, 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 in dat bitch, everyday pac lol

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

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

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

its crazy his obama

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

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

my bad my boosie

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

and their shootin up
save a spot for me, i wish you had google
cant really you in this letter but its a lot to kno bout boosie
i u pac
shooting us down on tv now

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

but you probably ...so imma let you go
thanks for everythang you got me 100
i the same
boosie