Luyện nghe bài hát Letter To The President

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

Tell me 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'

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

the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
Each and every or bitch, inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers countin'

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

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

I guess it's cause we black that we
My only fear is God, I that hard shit
In you don't know, I let my pump go

Get ride for M'Thulu I ride for Geronimo
to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my 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, send mo'

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

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

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

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

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

Strapped and angry, with no hope and
Fightin' my trained brain until it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like we 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, really care
For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray

I was raised to raise hell, and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart
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 been born to represent, for that I've heaven sent
And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President

Shit is still up y'all
And y'all wonder when gon' get better
And it ain't 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 actin' up

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

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

And they why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was
in the middle of my mind
Is a on the tightrope, screamin' let him die

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin' in my own
Lookin' for the that my momma's strung out on drugs
to die, for everything I represent
Meant word, in my letter to the President

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

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

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

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

Dear Mr. President, me what to do
These actin' up in the hood, send 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 harder for a
To make a in these here streets
I mean shit, I you screamin' peace

But we can't find
'Til my little niggaz on these streets get a
I know you feel me 'cause you too near me not to me
So why don't you help a nigga

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

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

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