Luyện nghe bài hát Run Away Slaves

[Voice in
Look at the porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo

[Master P
My ancestor Kunta said
We come over to this bitch smiling on a boat
(And they fucked our and raped them)
They told us what the fuck we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did with the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin body did no deals with no black folks

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

P]
Now the cops try to arrest me and these bitches wanna me
My ??? P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I sleep
They put dope on boats and planes and did with the enemy
us, some say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's over but the world is messed up
on black crime, either you poor or you blind
Life is a welfare line and the they doin time
Some they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams b-ball
Killin 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 heroin steady gettin
Ms. leaf and weed, damn they gettin blunted
And my homies steady dyin, mothers cryin
I'm walkin the straight line my people off the grind
and parole, niggaz in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away poor

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[Master P
For all the muthafuckin runaways out
I mean all us niggas that incarcerated 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)
Luther King was a run away slave
Jesse Jackson a run slave
X, he was a run away slave
Mohammed, run slave
Farrakhan, run slave
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's (me P)
from the whole industry
cause we bout havin 15 percent (I'm a runaway nigga)
we havin 100 (I'm about my paper)
we bout teachin niggas how to get theirs
cause we gon get (you got to)
get yours, stop hatin
break nigga (the media)
the chains is there (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on black (yeah nigga)
it gotta (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 fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away nigga (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we bringin our mothafuckin 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)
publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more and parole (no more hoes)
Colored folks stickin together
(I got the car door open get in)