Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

Uh Mr. President 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 ain't nothin' all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came

Tell me to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood
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 fell to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the company of

the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch, inside the I kick
My heaviest move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers 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
doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can us
But then fucked up and blamed up

I guess it's cause we black we targets
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
to die, for everything I represent
Meant word, in my letter to the President

Dear Mr. President, me what to do
niggaz actin' 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 hope you
'Cause yo I spend my nights out, the lights out
Under the safety of darkness, the crazed and the heartless
And young soul bros, to rode a starship

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 smoke and work

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

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

Dear Mr. President, us 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

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

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

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

Me and these freeze 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 I've been heaven
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

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

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

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

How hypocritical is
That blind bitch ain't did shit for me
My history, full of and scars
My own black at war, whole family behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin'
Sister had a as an adolescent, where was God?
in the middle of my mind
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 out on drugs
to die, for everything 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 postin' they hittin' fo'?
Tell the secretary it's we get paid
what 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 gonna it comin', Mr. President
And I meant every word in my to the President

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

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

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

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

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

Sayin' you welfare that got us niggaz on the street
who in the hell care?
Shit, want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

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