Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

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 and swindlers lust

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

No pressure, tell me why they don't
Rap and R and B Pavin' the streets of
From the sales of singers no longer
The bigger gets 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
rock and roll and ain't gave it back

Started off my
Now, they're the ones I against
Who fell up into the
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 robbed me for my
Watch 'em swindle yo ass and turn a

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

don't care 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 soul of black
Turn 'em into bitchez and
And ass jokes
wit us or laughin' at us
That is what I'm

We this program wit that question
Laughin' all the way to the
Remember dem own the
And dem tanks

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

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you trust from lust
From the back of the
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 get their money
Little gettin' half a penny a penny
All the super singers 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
tryin' to get paid for what they put in

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