Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

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

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We run away
(Run run)
They say we then 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 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, say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin but the world is messed up
Black on black crime, you poor or you blind
is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some niggas they for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas 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 steady gettin money
Ms. leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies dyin, mothers steady cryin
I'm walkin the straight line my people off the grind
Probation and parole, 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 that been incarcerated by technology
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
Jesse Jackson a run slave
X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run away
Farrakhan, run away
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run (me Master P)
from the whole industry
we ain't bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin niggas how to get theirs
we gon get ours (you got to)
y'all get yours, hatin
away nigga (the media)
the chains is there (y'all can't stop us)
and mothafuckin black 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)
be all you can be if you a soldier
(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)
over, we bringin our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, runaway boy)
And we keepin it real, we keepin it
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run slaves (lawyers, politicians)
that's we bout, keepin it treal, politickin nigga
(that's i'm talkin bout)
black publications (doin we gotta do)
no more probation and parole (no hoes)
Colored stickin together nigga
(I got the car door nigga get in)