Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

Tell me what to do, these actin' up in the hood
mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do, 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 been blessed given
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, me what 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'

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

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

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

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

Mr. President, tell 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, with no hope and
first my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, lick 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 and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two gray hair

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

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

Shit is still up y'all
And y'all wonder when gon' get better
And it gon' get better

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

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

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

And they why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was
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
for the reason 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 a joke that we livin' low?
Y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin'
Tell the secretary it's we get paid
Look you made, little kids gettin' sprayed

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell me 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

Mr. President, tell 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

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

But we can't find
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a
I know you feel me 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 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 think you got us lookin' to
Tryin' to turn all us young into troops
You want us to fight your war the fuck I'm fightin' for?

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