Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

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

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

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

Fuck the friendships, I alone
Destination Row, finally 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, what you smokin' on?
Figure if we they can train us
But then fucked up and blamed up

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

Get ride for like I ride for Geronimo
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the

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

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

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

On a mission listen more chips my goal and
First on my decision I realized the same
Trippin' to drastic measures to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it gettin' better

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

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

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

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

I was to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my fail
But y'all 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 a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
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 fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's get better
And it gon' get better

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

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

How hypocritical is
blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
My history, full of casket and
My own black nation at war, whole behind bars

And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin'
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was
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 strung out on
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my to the President

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

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 every in my letter to the President

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

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

Dear Mr. President, tell me 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

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

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

Sayin' you welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinkin' who in the care?
Shit, want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But y'all ain't ready to us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

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