Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you trust swindlers lust
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us
The fate of our soul and lust

Hickory, dickory, dock, hand in my
me for my chocolate
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 in bundles

No pressure, tell me why they don't
Rap and R and B the streets 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 80-20 is a whack contract
Forever lack the of real black
Stole rock and roll and gave it back

off my defense
Now, the ones I defend against
Who fell up the tricks
Fuck the fight, the shit

Get that chuck D fixed
And keep him up the mix
Well, hell, tell 'em Chuck suck no dick
Be an ass and the ass get
Hand in my pocket me for my chocolate
Watch 'em swindle yo ass and turn a

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

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

Profit off the soul of folk
Turn 'em into bitchez and
And ass jokes
Laugh wit us or at us
That is what I'm

We interrupt this wit that question
all the way to the bank
Remember dem own the
And dem D-damn

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

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

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

All the bands of the 70s on the outside, in
All the people that make a dime off their session playin'
And even the in the 80s and the 90s
Still tryin' to get paid for what put in

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