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  • başqanım bizim evin önünden siyah, kokulu, su gibi bişey çıkıyor üstelik arabaya koyunca araba çalışıyor. bahçedeki ağaçlar kurudu, kokudan komşular kaçtı, buna bir çözüm bulunmayacakmı başqanım?

    edit; sağolun başkanım helikopteri hemen göndermişsiniz, tanka gerek yoktu ama gönlünüzden kopmuş.
  • kendi kendime öylesine soruyorum, kukla başkan olmak nasıl bir duygu?
  • + merhaba, ben trump
    - götüne girsin kıramp
  • hello president ! welcomed the dictionary.

    how it feels to be a slave under the name of president ?
    you think you are a leader with no ideology, just insults and empty words ?
    this is not leadership you are a slave and ı feel sorry for you.
    no need to answer questions.
    ı do not wonder if it's not in my hopes

    respects.
  • kuaförünüz dünyayı trollüyor olabilir mi?
  • ey trump sen kimsin yav?!
  • vedat milor'un 20 günlük kuzuyu yemesini nasıl karşılıyorsunuz? bu konuda bir çalışmanız var mı federal düzeyde?
  • whats happenin'?
    ı'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
    pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
    ain't nothin' changed
    all the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true
    tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood
    send mo' troops, dear mr. president (me and my homies is wonderin' what's goin on, holla!)
    tell me what to do, these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    why should ı lie, when ı can dramatize?
    niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
    simply by spittin ı've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
    cause ı'm seldom in the company of bitches
    plus the concepts ı depict, so visual, that you can kiss
    each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit ı kick
    my heaviest verse'll move a mountain
    casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin'
    fuck the friendships, ı ride alone
    destination death row, finally found a home
    plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
    dear lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
    yours ı'm a thug, the product of a broken home
    everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
    figure if we high they can train us
    but then america fucked up and blamed up
    ı guess it's cause we black that we targets
    my only fear is god, ı spit that hard shit
    ın case you don't know, ı let my pump go
    get ride for m'thulu like ı ride for geronimo
    down to die, for everything ı represent
    meant every word, in my letter to the president
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops (what should ı do?)
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    oh you'se a ball in the white house, ı hope you comfortable
    cause yo ı spend my nights out, with the lights out
    under the safety of darkness, amongst the crashed and the heartless
    and young soul bros, ready to rode a star ship
    launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the godless
    ı gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
    want to ban rap? stand back, before you get hurt
    ıt's the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
    on a mission listen more chips my goal and position
    first on my decision ı realized the same nigga
    trippin' to drastic measures tryin' to get stacks of cheddar
    muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin' better
    but you keep, tellin' us, that it is
    while your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig
    don't be surprised if you see us
    dumpin' with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    strapped and angry, with no hope and heart broke
    fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so
    ıt's hostile, niggas lick shots to watch the glocks glow
    cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
    and it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
    to people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for weeks
    mr. president, it's evident, nobody really care
    for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
    ı was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
    so ı'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
    but y'all play fair, give me and mine, ı'll share
    til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
    me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease
    ı'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
    and ı've been born to represent, for that ı've been heaven sent
    and ı meant, every word, in my letter, to the president
    shit is still fucked up y'all
    and y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
    and it ain't gon' get better
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up
    heavenly father may ı holla at you briefly
    ı want to meet the president, but will he meet me?
    he's scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga
    we tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin'
    how hypocritical is liberty?
    that blind bitch ain't never did shit for me
    my history, full of casket and scars
    my own black nation at war, whole family behind bars
    and they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
    sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god?
    somewhere in the middle of my mind
    ıs a nigga on the tightrope, screamin' let him die
    can't lie ı'm a thug, drownin' in my own blood
    lookin' for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
    down to die, for everything ı represent
    meant every word, in my letter to the president
    blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin' low?
    y'all sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'?
    tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
    look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
    day after day, and night after night
    battles and wars to the daylight
    we might change and rearrange if you do somethin'
    til then we gonna keep it comin, mr. president, hehe
    and ı meant every word in my letter to the president
    word motherfuckin' life
    fuck this nigga think?
    cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare
    we 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?
    motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin'?
    nigga this thug life, westside outlaw ımmortalz nigga
    we fin' to hustle til we come up
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. president, tell me what to do
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
    dear mr. clinton, shit
    ıt's gettin' harder and harder for a motherfucker
    to make a dollar in these here streets
    ı mean shit, ı hear you screamin' peace
    but we can't find peace
    til my little niggas on these streets get a piece
    ı know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me
    so why don't you help a nigga out?
    sayin' you cuttin' welfare
    that got us niggas on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care?
    shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
    but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
    what happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
    we ain't stupid
    think you got us lookin' to lose
    tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops
    you want us to fight your war
    what the fuck ı'm fightin' for?
    shit, ı ain't got no love here
    ı ain't had a check all year
    taxin', all the blacks and
    police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace
    these niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops