Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

Man, have you heard this This gangsta rap? It's fuckin' bullshit
They're just talkin' about drugs and beatin' on people and shit
Carryin' to the studio, it's fucked up shit
And y'know, you niggas can't communicate with

Aw fuck you, you punk ass
What the fuck you mean we can't with people?
I you what, since we can't communicate, eh-eh
Eh B, yo, I'm gonna write this a letter, alright
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook, you go, dogg

To whom it may concern you may be
you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million, you drop it
Then you would be to change the topic

I straight fiend for the cheddar, you I got to get it
So I swing for the fence, I hit it
I been raised the gangsta shit since elementary
Gz and the feds and the state penitentiary

I'm the place where the enemies put the scope on you
And when the police pull you they plant dope on you
But you do what you to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't even my world

What you know bangin', drug distributin' and lootin'
Eviction notices and, drive-by
So to whom it may concern, letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, letter is to show
That real niggas only rap what they know

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to
That real niggas only rap what they know

I done had it up to here the ass kissin'
a nigga fed up with the media dissin'
Politicians and hate like the rest
While niggas in the ghetto under stress

But I stay gangsta, keep bangin' and switches
While some West Coast Gz act bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap,
that's what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga

Fool was the shit, now how you dare
Become a and forget what got you there?
that, I hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
And make that make ya B and C walk to it

I was able to bang the hood and pack a
Avoid the po-po and a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to
That niggas only rap about what they know

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban rap then I gotta sell blow
To it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap I gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this is to show
That niggas only rap about what they know

I keep my pants saggin' and my boxers
And nigga it's Hoo Bangin' for in case you ain't knowin'
Look at the cops, I know they fed and fiest out
Peepin' me 'cos I'm a thug and the iced out

I got cookin' chemicals like a chemist
Next ya know we're outta town with birds flippin' like a gymnast
All we is bang or boss so we're jugglin'
get a job with two strikes so we're drug smugglin'

Wit' heat on my back like I'm solar, a pistola
Mashin' thru the ghetto car fulla yola
But I'd rather write rhymes and rap beats
And if ban that then a nigga still got to eat

In situation poverty's what I'm facin'
So I leave shell and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they

PS, all you motherfuckers out there
Hatin' on us young niggas gettin' all money, eat a dick
'Cos we stay rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin' and Hoo Bang,

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta sell
To whom it may concern, letter is to show
real niggas only rap about what they know

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I sell blow
To it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they

I do it all for the cash, and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then I gotta blow
To whom it may concern, this is to show