Luyện nghe bài hát The Letter

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

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

To whom it may whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to me
If this shit do a million, you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the

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

I'm from the place where the enemies put the on you
And when the police pull you over they dope on you
But you do you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't understand my world

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

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 letter is to
That real 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 whom it may concern, this letter is to
That real niggas rap about what they know

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

But I stay gangsta, keep and hittin' switches
While West Coast Gz act like 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 could you
a millionaire and forget what got you there?
Fuck that, I hit a stick with embalment fluid
And make jams that make ya B and C to it

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

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

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

I got homies cookin' like a chemist
Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin' like a
All we know is bang or so we're jugglin'
Can't get a job with two strikes so we're smugglin'

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

In every poverty's what I'm facin'
So I shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, this is to show
That real only rap about what they know

PS, all you punk out there
Hatin' on us young niggas all this money, eat a dick
'Cos we gon' rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo and Hoo Bang, nigga

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