Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the you ruined
That same you gave nothing, I made something doing
I do through and through and
I you the news, with a twist it's 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 live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched
Knocked down by some clown when child support
No he's not around, now how sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just a magazine that fucked up my day
How you music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't in my shoes
Bet you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to to these kids and they listen
I ain't no but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lyrics
Who inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't it
it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful I made for you to just cherish
But I'm disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
Now now, that's when you to stare at who's in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look 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 tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
here we go, he's (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 mind at, any given of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been to talk
About (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my mind at, any given of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) been afraid 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 lost on the bench
you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, under my coat, feeling braver
wrapping my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My childhood mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, before 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 to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained
But that ain't the case, see 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 they can be mad at
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling
While I'm waving the at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to me under longer
I'm a spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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