Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

Tell me what to do, 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, I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given
Enemies suspicious I'm seldom in the company of bitches

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

the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a
Plus all my wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this made us, sincerely

Yours I'm a thug, the of a broken home
Everybody's up, nigga what you smokin' on?
if we high they can train us
But America fucked up and blamed up

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

Get ride for M'Thulu like I for Geronimo
to die, for everything I represent
Meant word, in my letter 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 niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'

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

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

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
hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better

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

Dear Mr. President, tell us to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'
Dear Mr. President, me what 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 watch the glocks
of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they 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 I'ma bring hell to earth my heart fail
But y'all play fair, give me and mine, share
'Til y'all show us you care, gon' be mayhem out here

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

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

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

Heavenly Father may I 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 bein' scapegoats for this capitalistic drug

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

And they wonder why we scarred, lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was
Somewhere in the middle of my
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
Down to die, for I represent
every word, in my letter to the President

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

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

Word life fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin' taxes, off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die,
This motherfucker's than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible]
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw nigga
We fin' to hustle 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 actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops

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

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

But we can't peace
my little niggaz on these streets 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' that 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 us no motherfuckin' dollars

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

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