Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I 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 been
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where
Pop toasters, and they with they moms
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 it through the ghetto without riding 'round
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
Can't in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it '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 swallow the grin and bear it
Now who's these king of rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his views in his
But there's a interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the
Maybe it's music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
Now now, that's when you start to 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 stupid as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't 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
Cause we go, he's (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's the

Renegade! been afraid to say
on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to
About 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, ashy
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project
you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my up, pockets full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My didn't mean much, only 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 chose my own
I drove by the fork in the and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day
Jesus Christ the King of Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of as they paint me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see 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?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling
While I'm the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath the Catholics
In holy water, no they try to hold me under longer
I'm a spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid the gutter
Making butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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