Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

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

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

No pressure, me why they don't care?
Rap and R and B Pavin' the streets of
From the sales of singers no here
The killer gets the bigger share

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

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

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

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

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

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

We interrupt this program wit question
Laughin' all the way to the
dem own the banks
And dem D-damn

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

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

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

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

If you own the master
Then the own you
Who do you trust from lust
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us control the fate of our
And lust