Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you don't own the
Then the own you
Who do you trust from lust
the back 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
Another million led to bled, claimin' innocence
Is it any wonder why black folks goin'
niggas be sold in bundles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, company do I thank
Ain't this a heard they owned slaves
And a ship that

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

This is for the blues people in the
This is for everybody in the 50s that get their money
Little Richard gettin' a penny a penny
All the super soul of the 60s

All the of the 70s on the outside, lookin' in
All the people that make a dime off their session playin'
And the rappers 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 swindlers lust
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us the fate of our soul
And swindlers