Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
That dude you gave 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 pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they
Pop toasters, and they live they moms
Got dropped roasters, botched robberies niggas crotched over
knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
Hiding down strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a that fucked up my day
How you music that thugs with nothing relate to it?
I help them see they way it, not you
step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
Bet you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and listen
I no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits wear it
But if it don't, then why y'all swallow the grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in
Using his music to it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed and viewed in America
As a drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get
And I got nothing to do but make you stupid as parents
You do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
And do you any clue 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 just the

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

See I'm a poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints
To the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained
But ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to
scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, as whistling Dixie
I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war the Mormons, take a bath 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 a kid from the gutter
Making this off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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