Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
That same dude you gave nothing, I something doing
What I do through and 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, botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't over
Knocked down by clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs nothing relate to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these and they listen
I ain't no politician but kick 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 who's these king of these ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it 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
Maybe beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed and viewed in America
As a drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you have any what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's the

Renegade! been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given of day
I'm a renegade! Never been 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 a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on
I brought something to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My childhood mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, 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 went

See I'm a poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the of these Latter Day Saints here
To the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of
We as a people decide if as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling
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 try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the
this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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