Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you own the master
the master own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
From the of the bus?
one of us control
The fate of our and swindlers lust

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

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

Now the ones I attack, the negros got back
And know 80-20 is a whack
Forever lack the voice of black
Stole and roll and ain't gave it back

Started off my
Now, the ones I defend against
Who up into the tricks
Fuck the fight, the shit

Get that chuck D nigga
And him up outta the mix
Well, hell, tell 'em Chuck don't no dick
Be an ass and the ass get
Hand in my pocket me for my chocolate
Watch 'em swindle yo ass and a profit

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

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

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

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

Now, what company do I
Ain't this a bitch heard they slaves
And a that sank

If you own the master
the master own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
From the of the bus?
one of us control the fate of our soul
And lust

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

All the bands of the 70s on the outside, in
All the people didn't make a dime off their session playin'
And even the in the 80s and the 90s
tryin' to get paid for what they put in

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us control the of our soul
And lust