Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, you can kiss
and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll a mountain
in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'

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

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

I guess cause we black that we targets
My fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you know, I let my pump go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, us 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

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

And it ain't no peace, my a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two gray hair

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

Me and these freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the 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 still up y'all
And y'all wonder it's gon' get better
And it gon' get better

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

Father 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 Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug

How is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't 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
had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my
Is a on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sayin' you cuttin' that got us niggaz on the street
who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our
But y'all ain't to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

Shit, I got no love 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