Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

Why should I lie, I can dramatize?
Niggaz victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by I've been blessed 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 verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep

the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it
Dear Lord, look how this ghetto made us, sincerely

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

I guess cause we black that we targets
My only is God, I spit that hard shit
In you don't know, I let my pump go

Get for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo
to die, for everything I represent
Meant word, in my letter to the President

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

Oh youse a ball in the White House, I you comfortable
'Cause yo I my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, to rode a starship

Launch it, a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get
It's the only thing makin' pay besides and work

On a mission listen chips my goal and position
First on my I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin'

But you keep, us, that 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, tell us to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'
Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'

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

And it ain't no peace, my peace a on my streets
To beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with hair

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

Me and these 223s'll freeze the with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his
And I've been to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still up y'all
And y'all wonder it's gon' get better
And it ain't 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 niggaz up

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

How is Liberty?
That bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, of casket and scars
My own nation at war, whole family behind bars

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

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own
for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I
every word, in my letter to the President

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

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

motherfuckin' life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, off welfare
We to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin'
Nigga this Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle we come up

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

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

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

But we can't peace
'Til my little niggaz on these get a piece
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 want us to put down our and our rocks
But y'all ain't to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all
Taxin', all the and police beatin' me in the streets
peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'