Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same you gave nothing, I made something doing
I do through and through and
I you the news, with 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 they live with moms
Got dropped roasters, botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she watched over
Knocked down by clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how 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 that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing 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 lose tie and your shirt

I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no 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 y'all swallow the grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in
Using his music to it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you hear it
Maybe it's I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe 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 yourself as a kid again, and you get
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 ears 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
I'm a renegade! Never 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) 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 hollering? pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My childhood didn't 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, 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 day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Day Saints here
To shatter the 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 a matter of taste
We as a decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a to escape?
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, as whistling Dixie
While I'm the pistol at sixty 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 motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to you
did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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