Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

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

Since I'm in a position to to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll it with 'em a minute
Cause see they me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just
But I'm disputed hated and viewed in America
As a drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I
you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's (Jigga Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's the

Renegade! Never been to say
What's on my mind at, any given of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never afraid to talk
About anything (anything) (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any time 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 with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring in
By the bodega, iron my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, on nights
I brought something home to quiet the rumblings
My demeanor, thirty 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, just know I my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day
Jesus the King 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 scatter-brained
But ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as 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 Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the
In holy water, no wonder 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 this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a

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