Luyện nghe bài hát Renegade

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

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

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

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

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

And the girls than like you, when you running around
Doing world tours like Michael, but girl's sure don't you
You going on like thirty-six, flowin' on berry mix
The little money you get, you on them dirty chicks

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

I just turn the system up and boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna go, if a nigga keep
And I tell the cops, joint is for protection
Don't see when I come through

How people 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 right now, the way rapper bi'ness
It wouldn't even me
If one of these rappers is a Fed,

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

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

I get you murdered if I you a rat
'Cause if you don't loyalty
Then that me where ya principles at
And you don't 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 been beated, defeated
I'ma draw my and squeeze 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 somewhere sick, you get red on the
And I blow off ya head for no and just when I'm leavin'
You don't me ya owe me homie
But the spread make us even,

And the bad about it is man
I'm only twenty old man
And I'm just fun
Man I even 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, it's our man
Desert Storm, we gon' niggas man
You know what it is it's a ho'cide man
Stop, "Street Dreamin"