Тупак Амару Шакур - Письмо Президенту - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Dear Mr. President.

What's happening?

I write to you because everything is still shitting in my area.

Everything is as before, as then when you are only

Chose.

Nothing changed.

All the promises that you gave before you chose

... not realized.

[2pac]

Tell me what to do, these niggaras are infinite in the area, send reinforcements, dear Mr. President. (We do not understand what is happening ...)

Tell me what to do, these niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcements ...

Why should I lie, why prevail?

Niggaz fall victims of my lyrics, suffer

Just because I say it all. I was lucky, I'm rich. Enemies behave suspiciously

After all, I rarely go to the company SC.

Plus, I depict the paintings so real that you can kiss any whore or bitch in my songs.

My strongest vestment will turn the mountain.

Losses in huge quantities, their counting is not yet over.

Spit on friendship, I'm a loner.

Destination - Death Row (Summer Camera), I finally found a house. And all my friends want to die, call it euthanasia. God, see what crazy ghetto made us. I gangster, the fruit of the broken family.

All use drugs, nigga, what do you smoke?

If we are under the buzz, they can raise us as they need,

But after that, America will accuse us again.

I think this is because we are black.

The only one I am afraid is God.

And if you do not know, I will not be afraid to put a shotgun.

I'll get up for Mutulu, how did it for Geronimo.

Ready to die for everything I believe.

I answer for each word in my letter to the president.

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do.

These niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcements. (What should I do?)

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do.

These niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcement ...

[E.D.I. Amin]

You have everything in the White House, I hope you are comfortable.

After all, I sleep on the streets with rejected lanterns,

In the tranquility of darkness, among the crazy and

heartless.

And young black brothers are ready to conquer space.

Сделайте это, дайте ниггеру шанс.

I need to get grandmother, but you do not understand.

Want to ban rap? Better stay away from trouble. This is the only thing we can earn. My goal earn as much money as possible. I already understood it.

I turn all the boundaries to grab the biggest piece. Bastards hate cops and nothing will become better.

But you continue to tell us that everything is in order,

While your troops kill our children.

Do not be surprised if you see us

With weapons in hand to free yourself, bastard.

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do.

These niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcements. Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do. These niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcement ...

[Kastro]

I am armed and evil, I do not hope anymore.

I am trained to fight.

This war, sparkle pistols.

Copes look after us as animals.

And there is no rest even on my street.

People quarrel and come to each other.

Mr. President, it is obvious, everyone doesn't care

At the suffering of the bottom, at twenty-two years already gray hair.

I was born to bring a rustle, I am a restless, my heart has already aged. And I will bring hell to Earth until the end of my life. But play honestly, give me mine and I will share. As long as you do not show us that you don't care, the chaos will continue here. My barrel will stop anyone. Я остаюсь ниггером, которого ты боишься, тем, кто укрощает зверя. I was sent to talk about my life and I am responsible for every word in my letter to the president.

All so far shit.

And you wonder when it becomes better.

It will not be better.

[2pac]

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do.

These niggres are boundless in the area, send reinforcements. Dear Mr. Presidents