Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the little porch monkeys jiggaboo

[Master P
My ancestor Kunta said
We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana
(And they fucked our bitches and them)
never told us what the fuck we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin body ever did no deals with no folks

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We run slaves
(Run run)
They say we free then put guns to our

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Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches test me
My ??? P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't
They put dope on boats and planes and did deals the enemy
That's us, say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the is messed up
Black on crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a line and the homies they doin time
niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my dreams like b-ball
Killin and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven
Put us in the projects put us on and playa hate us
Now lady heroin steady money
Ms. Cocoa and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers steady
I'm walkin the straight keepin my people off the grind
and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run poor folks

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[Master P
For all the muthafuckin runaways out
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by
By life, by the judicial system, (run run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think white
(even the haters)
Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run slave
Malcom X, he was a run slave
Mohammed, run away
Farrakhan, run away
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's (me P)
from the record industry
cause we ain't bout 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other niggas how to get
cause we gon get (you got to)
get yours, stop hatin
break nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't us)
and mothafuckin black on black crime (yeah nigga)
it stop (yeah nigga)
run away
just what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
nigga be all you can be if you a
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigga (No Limit fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our mothafuckin home
(Leland Hardy, runaway boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run away (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, it treal, politickin nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no hoes)
Colored folks stickin together
(I got the car door nigga get in)