Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
That same dude you gave nothing, I something doing
I do through and through and
I give you the news, with a twist it's just his point-of-view
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 up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by clown when child support knocked
No not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I it through the ghetto without riding 'round
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you rate that thugs with nothing relate to it?
I them see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my
Bet everything you worth; you lose tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to to these kids and they listen
I no politician but I'll 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 swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you hear it
Maybe hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you 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 here we go, (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. it's just the

Renegade! Never been to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my at, any given 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 a lot of lint, not a cent
vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only green up
Raisin my to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi I die (nigga)
No lie, know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day
Jesus Christ the King of 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 people decide if 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 with the Catholics
In water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, hate to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, I'm a motherfucking

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