Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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

the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, 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 of a broken home
doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high can train us
But then America up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black 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 like I ride for
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the

Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz 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 out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, amongst the and the heartless
And soul bros, ready to rode a starship

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

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

But you keep, us, that it is
While your motherfuckin' troops keep our kids, dig
be surprised if you see us
Dumpin' nuttin' but artillery to free us, motherfucker

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

Strapped and angry, no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks
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 beefs for weeks
Mr. President, evident, nobody really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my stale
So I'ma bring hell to until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, share
'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be 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 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 y'all wonder when gon' get better
And it ain't get better

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

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

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

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin'
had a baby as an adolescent, where 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
Lookin' for the reason my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I
Meant every word, in my to the President

is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they 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 if you do somethin'
then we gonna keep it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every in my letter to the President

Word motherfuckin' fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, takin' off
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die,
This motherfucker's than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Immortalz nigga
We fin' to hustle we come up

Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me 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
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 dollar in these streets
I shit, I hear you screamin' peace

But we can't find
'Til my little niggaz on streets get a piece
I you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a out?

Sayin' you welfare that got us niggaz 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 to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We stupid think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggaz troops
You want us to fight your war what the I'm fightin' for?

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