Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just through it?
See I'm influenced by the 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 live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, botched robberies niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she watched over
Knocked by some clown when child support knocked
No not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I it through the ghetto without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths in they ways
Just a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with relate to it?
I help them see they way 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 kids and they
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it '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 swallow the grin and bear it
Now who's king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it sharing his in his marriage
But there's a interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
Maybe it's music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you 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 to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you do good at marriage!
And do you have any clue I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's (Jigga Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. it's just the

Renegade! Never afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! been afraid to talk
anything (anything) anything (anything), renegade!
(Never been to say)
(What's on my at, any given time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been to holler)
(About anything (anything?) (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, knuckles
Pockets with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lost on the project bench
What you hollering? pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, 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 momma home
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my
My childhood didn't much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, my head to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, know I chose my own fate
I by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a 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 matter of
We as a decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a to escape?
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the
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
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid the gutter
Making this off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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