Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you own the master
Then the own you
Who do you from swindlers lust
From the back of the
Neither one of us
The fate of our soul and 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 be sold in bundles

No pressure, tell me why they don't
Rap and R and B Pavin' the of Belair
the sales of singers no longer here
The bigger killer gets the bigger

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

Started off my
Now, the ones I defend against
Who fell up into the
the fight, the power shit

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

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you trust swindlers lust
From the of the bus?
one of us control
The fate of our and swindlers lust

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

Profit off the soul of black
Turn 'em bitchez 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 D-damn

Now, company do I thank
this a bitch heard they owned slaves
And a ship that

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

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

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

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