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 by the ghetto you ruined
That dude you gave nothing, I made something 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 to the block where they
Pop toasters, and live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from robberies niggas crotched over
knocked up cause she wasn't watched over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without riding
down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs nothing relate 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 you lose your tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they
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 y'all swallow the truth grin and it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lyrics
Who inherit 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 I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
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 you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders, too bad you do good at marriage!
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your glued to the stereo
here we go, he's (Jigga joint 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
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 been to holler)
(About (anything?) Anything (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, knuckles
Pockets with a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives on the project bench
What you hollering? pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, under my coat, feeling braver
Doo-rag wrapping my waves up, pockets of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box leftier
My pops me an orphan, my momma wasn't home
Could not to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, years 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, multi I die (nigga)
No lie, know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day
Jesus the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they me
As a monger of hate and a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of
We as a people decide if as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at
See easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath 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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