Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you own the master
the master own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
From the back of the
Neither one of us
The fate of our 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, claimin' they
Is it any why black folks goin' under?
'Cause niggas be sold in

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

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

Started off my
Now, they're the I defend against
Who fell up the tricks
Fuck the fight, the 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
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
From the of the bus?
one of us control
The of our soul and swindlers lust

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

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

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

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

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

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

All the of the 70s on the outside, lookin' in
All the people that didn't make a dime off their 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 from swindlers lust
From the of the bus?
one of us control the fate of our soul
And lust