Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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

the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a
Plus all my homies wanna die, it euthanasia
Dear Lord, how sick 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 they can us
But then fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I that hard shit
In case you know, I let my pump go

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

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

Oh youse a in the White House, I hope you comfortable
'Cause yo I spend my out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the and the heartless
And young soul bros, ready to a starship

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

On a mission more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the nigga
Trippin' to measures tryin 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
Don't be if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to us, motherfucker

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

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

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on beefs 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 heart
So I'ma hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's be mayhem out here

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

is still fucked up y'all
And y'all 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
Mr. President, tell me what to do
These actin' up

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

How is Liberty?
That blind bitch never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and
My own black at war, whole family behind bars

And wonder 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, drownin' in my own
Lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sayin' you cuttin' that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the hell
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 stupid you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young into troops
You want us to fight war what the fuck I'm fightin' 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
Fuck
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'