Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin

P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte
We come over to this bitch on a banana boat
(And they fucked our 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 folks

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

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 fucked up I can't
They put dope on boats and planes and did with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the world is up
Black on crime, either you poor or you blind
is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a sentence or they switch
The is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they my fuckin dreams like b-ball
chickens and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa us
Now lady steady gettin money
Ms. leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my off the grind
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 runaways out
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks think they white
(even the haters)
Martin King was a run away slave
Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away
Mohammed, run slave
Farrakhan, run slave
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run (me Master P)
from the record industry
cause we ain't bout 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout havin 100 (I'm my paper)
we teachin other niggas how to get theirs
we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, hatin
break nigga (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on crime (yeah nigga)
it gotta (yeah nigga)
run slaves
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 Army nigga (No Limit motha sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway boy)
And we it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run slaves (lawyers, politicians)
what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's what i'm bout)
publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no hoes)
Colored stickin together nigga
(I got the car door open get in)