Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the little monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

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

x 4
We run slaves
(Run run)
They say we free then put to our head

P]
Now the cops try to me and these bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't
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 or you blind
Life is a line and the homies they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams b-ball
Killin chickens and pigs, just to feed the white
No houses, no meals, no seven
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa us
Now lady heroin steady gettin
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my off the grind
and parole, niggaz in four doors
This for the radio but you run away poor folks

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[Master P
For all the muthafuckin runaways out
I mean all us niggas that been 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 Luther was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run slave
Malcom X, he was a run away
Mohammed, run away
Farrakhan, run away
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run (me Master P)
the whole 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 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 stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on black (yeah nigga)
it stop (yeah nigga)
run slaves
that's what they want us to do (but we gon go to college)
be all you can be if you a soldier
(we gon be doctors, we gon bepresident)
No Limit Army nigga (No motha fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves (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)
what we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin we gotta do)
no more probation and (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin nigga
(I got the car open nigga get in)