Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To Pac

boosie
holla at my right creek
my to 2pac
up .....

first of all i want let u kno dat u really
never be nobody better, real shit

all thru my life, you me dawg (fo real)
when you died i really cried, i why for you dog
save pac ill be to it just like you
police hate me ....they me too
ppl me to you but i neva asked for that glory

but i do ... we one of a kind wit story

call this hustle shit is trap shit
south run the rap

half of rappers wouldnt even make it if you wasnt rappin pac

soldier used to beef wit blue up for real
that boy jay z he eatin he damned at touchin a
unconditional love, dear mama, i aint mad at cha my favorite
...when i listen to em i dat you was home

pac charge me with murder....makes me in my cell
i got high in dat bitch, everyday pac lol

your momma smilin and shes got a own color
you served the you gave niggas and kids wit nothin....

wht suge is hit a nigga in the car
heard he the nigga pac, now he said youre goin blind

i hope he em bitch
they still got money for war but they feed the pour
we got a president now pac but we still aint got more

its crazy his obama

i just wished i had some time to a hit wit u
my daughter ivy says daddy thats all you listen to

i hate the cops just like you the cops
ive been askin hollywood but they dont want give me no

my bad my boosie

ppl dont even buy cds nomore pac teenagers aint even
they squeezin their nuts

and their shootin up
anyway save a spot for me, i you had google
really explain you in this letter but its a lot to kno bout boosie
i u pac
police us down on tv now

i fucked two hoes on toss it up last
and they let me ......i was last night

but you probably ...so imma let you go
thanks for you got me through 100
i remain the
boosie