Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

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

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and listen
I ain't no politician but kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then why swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in
his music to steer it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just
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 at who's in the mirror
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do at marriage!
And do you have any what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so tuned 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 it's the

Renegade! Never been to say
What's on my at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been to talk
anything (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 to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of of lives lost on the project bench
you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron under my coat, braver
Doo-rag my waves up, pockets full of hope
Do not to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier often
My pops left me an orphan, my momma home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on
I brought something home to the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My didn't mean much, only raisin green up
Raisin my to critics, raisin my head to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, just I chose my own fate
I by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as paint me
As a of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as say he is
Or is he the latter, a to escape?
Media scapegoat, who can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling
While I'm waving the at sixty Christians against me
Go to war the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid the gutter
Making butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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