Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I something doing
I do through and through and
I give you the news, a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been
I penetrate pop culture, 'em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters, and live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it
I bring it the ghetto without riding 'round
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a that fucked up my day
How you rate music that with nothing relate to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your

Since I'm in a position to to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a
see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in
Using his music to steer it sharing his in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's for the spirit
Maybe it's music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to at who's in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but you look stupid as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the
Cause we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass just the

Renegade! Never been to say
What's on my mind at, any time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! been afraid to talk
About (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never been to say)
(What's on my mind at, any time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) Never afraid to holler)
(About anything (anything?) (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, knuckles
Pockets with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives on the project bench
you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my
My childhood didn't much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they me
As a monger of hate and Satan a atheist
But that the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
Media scapegoat, who can be mad at today
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to you
did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, I'm a motherfucking

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