Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do and through and
I give you the news, with a twist it's just his point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, '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 she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
Hiding down ducking strays frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way it, not you
Can't step in my pants, walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your

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 shoe fits wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the grin and bear it
Now these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his
But there's a huge interference, they're you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to at who's in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got to do but make you look stupid as parents
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 tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause 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 time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my at, any given time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) been afraid to holler)
(About (anything?) Anything (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, knuckles
Pockets with 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, full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on
I brought home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my
My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin up
my fingers 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 drove by the fork in the road and went

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 paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a atheist
But ain't 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 to escape?
scapegoat, who they 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 hold me 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, I'm a motherfucking

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