Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

Plus the I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every 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
all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how this ghetto made us, sincerely

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, me 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

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell us 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

Strapped and angry, with no hope and
Fightin' first my trained brain until not so
hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us we some animals

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

I was raised to raise hell, and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart
But y'all 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 freeze the biggest with
I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his
And I've been born to represent, for I've been heaven sent
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is fucked up y'all
And y'all when it's gon' get better
And it ain't gon' get

Mr. President, tell me what 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 he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Nigga
We tired of bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug

How is Liberty?
That blind bitch never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and
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 on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason that my strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I
Meant word, in my letter to the President

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell me 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, mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me to do
niggaz 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. Clinton, shit
It's harder and harder for a motherfucker
To a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit, I hear you peace

But we find peace
'Til my little niggaz on streets get a piece
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to me
So why you help a nigga out?

Sayin' you welfare that got us niggaz on the street
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'

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

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