Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte
We come over to this smiling on a banana boat
(And fucked our bitches and raped them)
They never told us what the we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
no fuckin body ever did no deals with no black folks

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

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

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[Master P
For all the muthafuckin out there
I mean all us niggas that incarcerated by technology
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that they white
(even the haters)
Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run away
Malcom X, he was a run slave
Mohammed, run slave
Farrakhan, run away
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run (me Master P)
from the record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other how to get theirs
cause we gon get (you got to)
y'all get yours, hatin
break nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't us)
and this mothafuckin black on crime (yeah nigga)
it stop (yeah nigga)
run away
that's just what 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 nigga (No Limit motha fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we our mothafuckin athletes 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, keepin it treal, nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin what we do)
no more and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks together nigga
(I got the car open nigga get in)