Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

Why should I lie, when I can
Niggaz victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

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

Fuck the friendships, I alone
Death Row, finally 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 broken
Everybody's up, nigga what you smokin' on?
if we high 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 spit hard shit
In case you don't know, I let my go

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

Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
These actin' up in the hood, send 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 soul bros, ready to rode a starship

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell us to do
niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me 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, niggaz lick to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we 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 care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with hair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can't lie I'm a thug, in my own blood
Lookin' for the 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 it's a joke we livin' low?
Y'all blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
Tell the it's necessary we get paid
what you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

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

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

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

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

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

But we can't find
'Til my little niggaz on these get a piece
I know you me 'cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga

you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the care?
Shit, want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to us no motherfuckin' 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 for?

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