Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm I only talk about 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 dude you nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and and
I give you the news, with a 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 they live they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't over
Knocked down by clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths in they ways
Just read a magazine fucked up my day
How you rate music thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you lose tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these and they 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 I'll 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 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, they're saying you shouldn't it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the
it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated 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 yourself as a kid again, and you get
And I got to do but make you look stupid as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you have any 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
on my mind at, any given time 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 given of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) been afraid 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
Gotta vent, lot of of lives lost on the project bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, dollars in
By the bodega, under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag 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 wasn't home
Could not to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my 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 poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of
We as a people decide if as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me 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 from the
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a

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