Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

Uh dear Mr. what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the
When you got elected ain't changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came

me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr.
Tell me to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo'

Why should I lie, I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm in the company of bitches

Plus the I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers countin'

Fuck the friendships, I alone
Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this made us, sincerely

I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, what you smokin' on?
Figure if we they can train us
But America fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black we targets
My only fear is God, I that hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my go

Get ride for like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I
Meant every word, in my letter to the

Dear Mr. President, me what to do
niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a in the White House, I hope you comfortable
'Cause yo I spend my out, with the lights out
Under the of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to rode a

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the
I get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and

On a mission listen more chips my and position
First on my decision I the same nigga
to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, it ain't gettin' better

But you keep, tellin' us, it is
While your troops keep killin' our kids, dig
be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but to free us, motherfucker

Dear Mr. President, us what to do
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'

Strapped and angry, with no and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers us like we some animals

And it no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, and my heart stale
So I'ma hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, share
y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the

Shit is fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get
And it gon' get better

Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These actin' up

Father may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Nigga
We tired of scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'

How is Liberty?
That blind bitch never did shit for me
My history, full of and scars
My own nation at war, whole family behind bars

And wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my
Is a on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on
Down to die, for I represent
Meant word, in my letter to the President

is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

Day after day, and after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do
'Til we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' life this nigga think?
taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw nigga
We fin' to hustle we come up

Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'
Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops
Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops

Dear Mr. Clinton,
It's harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you screamin'

But we can't find
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to me
So why don't you help a out?

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell
Shit, y'all us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule
We ain't stupid you got us lookin' to lose
to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin'

Shit, I ain't got no here I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and beatin' me in the streets
Fuck
These actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops