Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to or do you just skim through it?
See I'm influenced by the you ruined
That same dude you nothing, I made something doing
I do through and through and
I give you the news, a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot to the block where they
Pop toasters, and live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched niggas crotched over
Mommy's knocked up she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it
I bring it the ghetto without riding 'round
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't in my shoes
Bet everything you worth; you your tie and your shirt

I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe I'll wear it
But if it don't, why y'all swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
it's beautiful 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 as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you do good at marriage!
And do you have any what 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. Kiss-My-Ass it's the

Renegade! been afraid to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything (anything) (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid 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 with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lost on the project bench
What you Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling
Doo-rag wrapping my up, pockets full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't
Could not stress to me I grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood mean 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, just know I chose my own
I drove by the fork in the and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and a scatter-brained atheist
But ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See it's easy as cake, simple as Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a with the Catholics
In holy water, no they try to hold 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 butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a

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