Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do and through and
I you the news, with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters, and they with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you rate music that with nothing relate to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a
Cause see they me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, 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 and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, you didn't 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 do good at marriage!
And do you any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the
here we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's the

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

See I'm a poet to some, a modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day here
To the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a atheist
But that the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians me
Go to war the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid the gutter
this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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