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 skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made 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 afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the where they
Pop toasters, and they live they moms
Got dropped roasters, from robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it
I bring it through the ghetto without 'round
Hiding down ducking from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs 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

I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it 'em a minute
Cause see 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 these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could 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 shouldn't it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, 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 didn't
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 make you look as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do at marriage!
And do you have any what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your glued to the stereo
Cause we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. it's just the

Renegade! Never been 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 afraid to say)
(What's on my at, any given 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 filled a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring 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, 'specially on
I brought something to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood didn't 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 my own fate
I by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day
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 scatter-brained
But that the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath the Catholics
In water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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