Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These 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 ball in the White House, I hope you
'Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the out
Under the safety of darkness, the crazed and the heartless
And young bros, ready to rode a starship

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

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

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

Mr. President, tell us what to do
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops
Mr. President, tell 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 lick shots to watch the glow
Cadres of patrol us like we some animals

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

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

Me and these 223s'll the biggest with ease
I'm still a you fear, bring the beast to his knees
And I've been 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 wonder when it's gon' get better
And it ain't get better

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

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

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

And they wonder why we scarred, lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, 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 my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I
Meant word, in my letter to the President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What happened to our 40 acres and a fool?
We ain't think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm 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 niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops