Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just through it?
See I'm influenced by the ghetto you
That same dude you nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and and
I give you the news, with a twist just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block they
Pop toasters, and they with they moms
Got roasters, from botched robberies niggas crotched over
knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown when child support
No he's not around, now how sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the without riding 'round
Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in ways
Just a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing to it?
I help see they way through it, not you
Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my
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 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll it
But if it don't, then why y'all the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative
Who could the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed and viewed in America
As a motherfucking addict, like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you 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 make you look stupid as
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 keep 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 afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to
About anything (anything) (anything), renegade!
(Never afraid to say)
(What's on my at, any given time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) Never been to holler)
(About (anything?) Anything (anything!))

I had to hustle, my to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project
What you Gotta 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 leftier
My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin my to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, just know I my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went

See I'm a poet to some, a regular day Shakespeare
Jesus the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a atheist
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
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See it's easy as cake, simple as Dixie
While I'm waving the at sixty 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 motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm a kid from the gutter
this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a motherfucking

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