Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
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 block where
Pop toasters, and they live they moms
Got dropped roasters, from robberies niggas crotched over
knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without 'round
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine that up my day
How you rate music thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, walk in my shoes
Bet you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to kids and they listen
I no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see call me a menace, and if the shoe 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 in hysterics
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and in America
As a drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at 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 I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay 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 just the

Renegade! Never been 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 been to say)
(What's on my mind at, any time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) Never 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 on the project bench
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron 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 me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I something home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My childhood didn't much, only raisin green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my to the sky
Big I did it, multi I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I chose my own
I drove by the fork in the road and straight

See I'm a poet to some, a modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Day Saints here
To the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and a scatter-brained atheist
But that the case, see it's a matter 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 can be mad at today
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, I'm a motherfucking

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