Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

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

Since I'm in a position to to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the grin and bear it
Now these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the
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 tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. it's just the

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

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

See I'm a to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of as they paint me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see a matter of taste
We as a decide 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 with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me longer
I'm a spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to you
did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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