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)
never told us what the fuck we came over here for
(Call us jiggaboos)
And did deals the Indians
(Wild Coyotes)
Ain't no fuckin ever did no deals with no black folks

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

P]
Now the cops try to me and these bitches wanna test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the of me
The game got me crazy, I'm up I can't sleep
put dope on boats and planes and did deals with the enemy
That's us, say in God we fuckin trust
The slavery's fuckin over but the is messed up
Black on crime, either you poor or you blind
is a welfare line and the homies they doin time
Some they switch for a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, live to get rich
Then they slam my dreams like b-ball
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 hate us
Now lady heroin steady money
Ms. Cocoa leaf and weed, damn they gettin
And my homies steady dyin, mothers cryin
I'm walkin the straight line keepin my off the grind
Probation and parole, in four doors
This ain't for the radio but you run away folks

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[Master P
For all the runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by
By life, by the system, (run nigga run)
by the white or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther King was a run away
Jackson a run away slave
Malcom X, he was a run away
Mohammed, run slave
Farrakhan, run away
Muthafuckin No Limit, we run away's (me P)
from the record industry
cause we ain't bout havin 15 (I'm a runaway nigga)
we bout 100 (I'm about my paper)
we teachin other niggas how to get theirs
cause we gon get (you got to)
y'all get yours, stop
away nigga (the media)
the chains is still (y'all can't stop us)
and this mothafuckin black on crime (yeah nigga)
it stop (yeah nigga)
run away
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 Limit fuckin sports)
(We gon be rap stars)
We run away slaves (Maurice Collins)
takin over, we our mothafuckin athletes home
(Leland Hardy, slave boy)
And we it real, we keepin it treal
(Sylvester Scott, Hawkins)
No Limit, run away (lawyers, politicians)
that's what we bout, it treal, politickin nigga
(that's what i'm bout)
publications (doin what we gotta do)
no more probation and (no more hoes)
folks stickin together nigga
(I got the car open nigga get in)