Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

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

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We run away
(Run run)
They say we free then put to our head

P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and these wanna test me
My ??? scream P let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm up I can't sleep
They put on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we fuckin
The fuckin over but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, either you poor or you
Life is a welfare line and the homies they doin
Some niggas switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get
they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no acres
Put us in the projects put us on and playa hate us
Now heroin steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn gettin blunted
And my steady dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my off the grind
and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the but you run away poor folks

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[Master P
For all the runaways out there
I mean all us niggas been incarcerated by technology
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think white
(even the haters)
Martin King was a run away slave
Jesse a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away
Mohammed, run away
Farrakhan, run away
No Limit, we run away's (me Master 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)
y'all get yours, stop
break nigga (the media)
the chains is there (y'all can't stop us)
and this black on black crime (yeah nigga)
it gotta (yeah nigga)
run slaves
that's just 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 (No Limit motha fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves (Maurice Collins)
over, we bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, slave boy)
And we it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run away (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin
(that's i'm talkin bout)
black (doin what we gotta do)
no probation and parole (no more hoes)
folks stickin together nigga
(I got the car door nigga get in)