Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you own the master
the master own you
Who do you from swindlers lust
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us
The fate of our and swindlers lust

Hickory, dickory, dock, in my pocket
Robbed me for my
Mo' dollars, mo' for the big six
Another led to bled, claimin' they innocence
Is it any why black folks goin' under?
'Cause be sold in bundles

No pressure, tell me why they care?
Rap and R and B Pavin' the of Belair
From the sales of singers no here
The bigger killer the bigger share

Now the I attack, the negros got their back
And know is a whack contract
lack the voice of real black
Stole rock and roll and ain't it back

off my defense
Now, they're the ones I against
Who fell up into the
Fuck the fight, the shit

Get that chuck D fixed
And keep him up the mix
Well, hell, 'em Chuck don't suck no dick
Be an ass and the ass get
Hand in my pocket robbed me for my
Watch 'em yo ass and turn a profit

If you own the master
Then the own you
Who do you from swindlers lust
From the of the bus?
Neither one of us
The fate of our soul and lust

They don't about me
don't care about you
They don't care about you and ya
Ya family, and plus
They give a damn about us

Profit off the soul of black
Turn 'em into bitchez and
And stupid ass
wit us or laughin' at us
That is I'm guessin'

We interrupt this program wit question
Laughin' all the way to the
Remember dem own the
And dem tanks

Now, what do I thank
Ain't this a bitch heard they owned
And a ship sank

If you own the master
Then the own you
Who do you trust swindlers lust
From the back of the
Neither one of us control the fate of our
And lust

is for the blues people in the delta
This is for everybody in the 50s that didn't get their
Little Richard half a penny a penny
All the super soul of the 60s

All the of the 70s on the outside, lookin' in
All the that didn't make a dime off their session playin'
And the rappers in the 80s and the 90s
Still tryin' to get for what they put in

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you from swindlers lust
From the back of the
Neither one of us the fate of our soul
And lust