Luyện nghe bài hát Renegade

Uh, you think I give a fuck
these niggas say man
They talked about Jesus

I ain't mad at when it rain, 'cause I know the sun is somewhere
Sorta like 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 these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't pussy, so I allow you to ever dick me
I know these grease balls, wonder how could they ever me

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

So I take the time, of the bench throws
The 4BM put down, in a inch hole
Mean while getting adapted, to the has be hectic
But I'm fucking like I'm tryna take down Chamberlain's

And the girls more than like you, when you running
Doing world tours like Michael, but sure don't 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 on the jersey 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, I don't see 'em with they thumb up

I just the system up and keep 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 people point in my direction
why I poke out my jeans
Like my joint a erection
I'm in a joint made for correction
And right now, the way rapper bi'ness
It wouldn't surprise me
If one of these is a Fed, nigga

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

I'm on a to get richer, it's as simple as that
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 I sent through yo back

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

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

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

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 and in charge man
Cain, man
Yo Fab man, you ain't gotta 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"