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 you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something
I do through and through and
I give you the news, with a twist it's his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you been
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the where they
Pop toasters, and they live with moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched niggas crotched over
Mommy's up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it
I bring it the ghetto without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from youths stuck in they ways
read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing to it?
I them see they way through it, not you
Can't in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
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 but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in
Using his music to steer it his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed and viewed in America
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, when 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 stupid as
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 I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass just the

Renegade! been afraid to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been to talk
About (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my at, any given time 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
filled with 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
Doo-rag wrapping my up, pockets full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma home
Could not to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach
My demeanor, thirty years my
My childhood didn't mean much, 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 by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints
To shatter the picture in which of that as paint me
As a monger of hate and 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 to escape?
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid the gutter
this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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