Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

Why should I lie, I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed riches
Enemies 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

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

the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto 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 fucked up and blamed up

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

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

Mr. President, tell me 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, mo' troops

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

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

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

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

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

And it no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with hair

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

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

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

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

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

How hypocritical is
That bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and
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

lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my strung out on drugs
Down to die, for I represent
Meant every word, in my to the President

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

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

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

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

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

But we can't peace
'Til my 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 a nigga out?

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

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

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