Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and and
I give you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, 'em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters, and they live with moms
Got roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched
Knocked down by some clown when child knocked
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without 'round
Hiding ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you rate music thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you you lose 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
see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lyrics
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you experiment?
Now now, that's when you to stare at who's in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your glued to the stereo
here 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 given 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 been 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 lost on the project bench
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box often
My left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach
My demeanor, thirty years my
My didn't mean much, only raisin green up
my fingers to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went

See I'm a to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints
To shatter the picture in of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a atheist
But ain't 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 to escape?
Media scapegoat, who can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as Dixie
I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the
Making this butter off bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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