Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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 mass amounts, brothers keep

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

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

I guess cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that shit
In case you know, I let my pump go

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

Dear Mr. President, me what 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'

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell us 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'

Strapped and angry, no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my brain until it's 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 a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really
For a out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

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

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

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

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

Heavenly Father may I holla at you
I meet the President, but will he meet me?
He's scared to look the eyes 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 casket and
My own black nation at war, whole family behind

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin'
Sister had a as an adolescent, where was God?
in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope, let him die

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

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

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

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

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

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 actin' up in the hood, mo' troops

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

But we can't find
'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 out?

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

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

Shit, I got no love 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, mo' troops