Luyện nghe bài hát Renegade

Uh, you think I give a fuck
What these say man
They even talked Jesus

I ain't mad at it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin'
Sorta some clear diamonds
I hardly see my moms, but she her son is somewhere grindin'
Some where rhymin', or somewhere

Out of a pottable 760, very sticky
Wit a handgun, to send these to Heaven quickly
I pussy, so I won't allow you to ever dick me
I know grease balls, wonder how could they ever stick me

But I move, like the President through
Wit stones the of earrings, in my Presidential crown
I put hollows from the Desert clowns, 'cause the cometary
Is where most of the dudes, that are hesitant are

So I take the time, of the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a seventy-two hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the fame has be
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down record

And the girls more than like you, when you running
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure like you
You going on like thirty-six, on some berry mix
The little you get, you blowing on them dirty chicks

Tryna look young, so you throwing on the quick
I'm on my second V-12, you going on ya
You can look at rider, and see I'm on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em they thumb up

I just turn the system up and boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga stoppin'
And I tell the cops, this is for protection
they see when I come through

How these point in my direction
That's why I poke out my
Like my joint a erection
I'm in a joint made for correction
And now, the way rapper bi'ness spread
It even surprise me
If one of rappers is a Fed, nigga

Since I'm in the to get rich, I'ma get it
Whether it come rapping on blocks, flippin' and pitchin'
And fuck the stove, and the kitchen I cook and prepare it
you know and don't try to act like the truth ain't apparent

I'm on a mission to get richer, it's as simple as
I make it obvious, when I pick up a and rap
a .40 Cal, spittin' on instrumentals I clap
And these verses, are like the hollow point I sent through yo

I get you if I think you a rat
'Cause if you don't show
Then that me where ya principles at
And you know how much I been through, in fact

I never did like you, I ain't gon' pretend wit you cats
And I'm the nicest, I gotta say it twice and repeat it
I'm a genius, I never been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my weapon and squeeze it, you better it

you parapaligic, I demand respect and I mean it
My the meanest, you probably dead if you seen it
Or spored out sick, you get red on the cement
And I blow off ya head for no reason and when I'm leavin'
You know me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even,

And the bad about it is man
I'm twenty years old man
And I'm havin' fun
Man I ain't tryin' man

Desert Storm's youngest and in man
Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't even go hard man
I got these man

Clue, holla at cha boy, Skatin'
Duro, our year man
Storm, we gon' kill niggas man
You already know it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"