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
Pretty much the same way, right around the
you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they 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 should I lie, I can dramatize?
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 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 mass amounts, brothers keep

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

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

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

Get ride for M'Thulu I ride for Geronimo
to die, for everything I represent
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, tell me to do
These actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

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

Launch it, a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I gotta get chips, but you understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get
It's the thing makin' pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my and position
on my decision I realized the same nigga
Trippin' to drastic tryin to get stacks of cheddar
hate 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' with nuttin' but artillery to free us,

Mr. President, tell us 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Father 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' scapegoats for capitalistic drug dealin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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
peace
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops