Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
That same you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do and through and
I give you the news, a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where
Pop toasters, and live with they moms
Got roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over
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 sound to ya, jot it
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you rate music that thugs with relate to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my
Bet everything you you lose your tie and your shirt

I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but 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, then why y'all swallow the grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous 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 saying you shouldn't it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, it's food for the spirit
Maybe beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's 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 as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you 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
Cause we go, he's (Jigga joint 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 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 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 filled with a lot of lint, not a
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the bench
What you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring 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 leftier
My left 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 didn't mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, multi I die (nigga)
No lie, just I chose 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 Christ the King of these Latter Day here
To shatter the in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a of taste
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 it's easy as cake, simple as whistling
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty 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, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, hate 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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