Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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

Fuck the friendships, I alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a
Plus all my homies die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this 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 they can us
But then America up and blamed up

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

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

Dear Mr. President, me what 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

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

Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get
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 measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

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

Dear Mr. President, tell us 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

Strapped and angry, with no and heartbroke
Fightin' first my trained brain it's not so
It's hostile, lick shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers us like we some animals

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

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

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

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

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

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

How is Liberty?
That blind bitch never did shit for me
My history, full of and scars
My own black nation at war, whole family bars

And they wonder why we scarred, lookin' hard
Sister had a 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 reason that my momma's strung out on
Down to die, for I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. Clinton,
gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a in these here streets
I shit, I hear you screamin' peace

But we find peace
'Til my little niggaz on these get a piece
I know you feel me you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you help a out?

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

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

Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a all year
Taxin', all the blacks and beatin' me in the streets
Fuck
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops