Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk jewels (bling bling)
Do you listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and and
I give you the news, with a twist 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 with moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas over
knocked 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 it through the ghetto without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
Can't in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and listen
I ain't no politician but kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the fits 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 lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his in his marriage
But a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to cherish
But I'm debated hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do 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 to the stereo
Cause here we go, (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 afraid to talk
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid 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 back to the wall, ashy
Pockets filled a lot of lint, not a cent
vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, braver
wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin 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 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 the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
Media scapegoat, who can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty 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, hate to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the
Making this off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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