Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the little porch monkeys jiggaboo

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

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

P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I sleep
They put dope on and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, some say in God we trust
The slavery's 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 niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or they
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get
they slam my fuckin dreams like b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the hogs
No houses, no meals, no acres
Put us in the projects put us on dope and hate us
Now lady steady gettin money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they 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 muthafuckin out there
I mean all us niggas that been by technology
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin King was a run away slave
Jesse a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run slave
Mohammed, run away
Farrakhan, run slave
No Limit, we run away's (me Master P)
from the record industry
cause we ain't havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout other niggas how to get theirs
we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop
break away (the media)
the chains is still (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafuckin on black crime (yeah nigga)
it gotta (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 slaves nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our athletes home
(Leland Hardy, slave boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, it treal, politickin nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin we gotta do)
no more and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks together nigga
(I got the car door open get in)