Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you
Shit is still real fucked up in my
much the same way, right 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, niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr.
Tell me what to do, niggaz actin' up in the hood
Send mo'

Why I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggaz victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given
Enemies suspicious 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 I kick
My heaviest verse'll a mountain
Casualties in amounts, brothers keep countin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mr. President, tell us 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, mo' troops

Strapped and angry, with no hope and
Fightin' first my trained brain it's not so
hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we 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, 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 fail
But y'all fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'Til y'all show us you care, gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223s'll freeze the 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 heaven sent
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's get better
And it gon' get better

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

Heavenly may I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President, but will he me?
He's scared to look inside the of a Thug Nigga
We of bein' scapegoats for this 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, thirteen lookin'
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was
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
Lookin' for the reason that my strung out on drugs
Down to die, for I represent
every word, in my letter to the President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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