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 by the ghetto you ruined
same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and 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 they moms
Got roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support
No not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
Hiding down ducking 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 help them see they way 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 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 fits wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the truth grin and it
Now who's these of these rude ludicrous lucrative 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 interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
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 to do but make you look stupid as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass just the

Renegade! Never afraid to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! been afraid to talk
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never been to say)
(What's on my mind at, any given 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
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives on the project bench
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets full of
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My left 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 didn't mean much, 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 chose my own
I by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that 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 easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to 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 the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a

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