Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

Tell me 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
Niggaz fell to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' been blessed given riches
Enemies 'cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches

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

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

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

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

Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my 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
These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a ball in the White House, I you comfortable
yo I spend my nights 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
Wanna ban rap? back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides and work

On a mission more chips my goal and position
First on my I realized 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
While your motherfuckin' troops keep our kids, dig
Don't be if you see us
Dumpin' with nuttin' but artillery to free us,

Dear Mr. President, 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, no hope and heartbroke
Fightin' first my brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz lick to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with hair

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

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, every word, in my letter, to the

Shit is still fucked up
And y'all wonder when it's 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, me what to do
These actin' up

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

How is Liberty?
blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of and scars
My own black nation at war, whole behind bars

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

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

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

Word motherfuckin' life fuck nigga think?
taxes, takin' off welfare
We 'sposed to sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfuckin'
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw nigga
We fin' to 'til we come up

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

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

But we find peace
my little 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?

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

What happened to our 40 acres and a fool?
We ain't stupid you got us lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young 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 check all
Taxin', all the blacks and police beatin' me in the
peace
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops