Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the little monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

[Master P
My ancestor Kunta said
We come over to this bitch smiling on a banana
(And they fucked our and raped them)
They never told us what the we came over here 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 put guns to our head

P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P let the master get the best of me
The got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They put dope on boats and and did deals with the enemy
us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The fuckin over but the world is messed up
Black on crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the they doin time
Some niggas they switch for a lighter sentence or switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like
Killin and pigs, just to feed the white hogs
No houses, no meals, no seven
Put us in the projects put us on dope and playa 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 people off the
Probation and parole, niggaz in 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 that been by technology
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther 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 away's (me P)
the whole record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 (I'm a runaway nigga)
we havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin other niggas how to get
we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop
break away (the media)
the chains is still there (y'all can't us)
and this mothafuckin on black crime (yeah nigga)
it stop (yeah nigga)
run slaves
that's just what they 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 nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway boy)
And we keepin it real, we it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no hoes)
Colored stickin together nigga
(I got the car door nigga get in)