Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm you because
Shit is 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, 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 I've been blessed given riches
Enemies 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand
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
on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin'

But you keep, us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops killin' our kids, dig
Don't be if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us,

Dear Mr. President, us what to do
These niggaz 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 until not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers us like we some animals

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

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll
'Til y'all 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 born to represent, for that I've been heaven
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

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

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

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

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

And they why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the of my mind
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
every word, in my letter to the President

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, 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. President, me what 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, mo' troops

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

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

Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us on the street
Thinkin' who in the care?
Shit, y'all want us to put 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 think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young into troops
You want us to your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?

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