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 the same way, right around the time
When you got ain't 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
mo' troops, dear Mr. President
Tell me to do, these niggaz actin' 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 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, keep countin'

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

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

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

Get ride for M'Thulu like I ride for
Down to die, for everything I
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, tell me to do
These actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

Oh youse a ball in the House, I hope you comfortable
yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, 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
ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and

On a mission listen chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the nigga
Trippin' to drastic measures 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
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 niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops

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

And it no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two gray hair

I was raised to raise hell, and my heart stale
So bring hell to earth until my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll
'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 nigga you fear, the beast to his knees
And I've been born to represent, for that been heaven sent
And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the

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

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

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

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

And wonder 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

lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
Lookin' for the reason my momma's strung out on drugs
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell me 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, mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me 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, mo' troops

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

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
who in the hell care?
Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our
But y'all ain't ready to us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

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
Fuck
niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops