Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

me what to do, these niggaz 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, when I can
fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the of bitches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Launch it, a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
I get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get
the only 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 measures to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, it ain't gettin' better

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

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

Strapped and angry, no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to the glocks glow
Cadres of patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for
Mr. President, it's evident, really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray

I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart
So I'ma bring to earth until my heart fail
But play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
'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, bring the beast to his
And I've been born to represent, for that been 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 actin' up in the hood, mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
These niggaz up

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

How hypocritical is
That blind bitch ain't did shit for me
My history, of casket and scars
My own black nation at war, whole behind bars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But we can't find
'Til my little on these 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 cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the
who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our 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 think you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us niggaz into 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 up in the hood, send mo' troops