Luyện nghe bài hát Swindler's Lust

If you don't own the
Then the own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
the back of the bus?
Neither one of us
The fate of our soul and 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 wonder why black folks under?
niggas be sold in bundles

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

Now the ones I attack, the negros got their
And 80-20 is a whack contract
Forever lack the of real black
Stole 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 him up outta the mix
Well, hell, tell 'em Chuck don't no dick
Be an ass and the ass get
in my pocket robbed me for my chocolate
Watch 'em yo ass and turn a profit

If you don't own the
Then the own you
Who do you trust from swindlers
From the back of the
one of us control
The fate of our and swindlers lust

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

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

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

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

If you don't own the
the master own you
Who do you trust swindlers lust
From the of the bus?
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 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 didn't make a dime off session playin'
And even the in the 80s and the 90s
Still tryin' to get for what they put in

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