Luyện nghe bài hát Renagade

Motherfuckers,
Say I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm by the ghetto you ruined
That dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and and
I give you the news, with a it's just his ghetto point-of-view
The renegade, you afraid
I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the where they
Pop toasters, and live with they moms
Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies crotched over
Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't over
Knocked down by some clown child support knocked
No he's not around, now how sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without 'round
Hiding down strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that with nothing relate to it?
I help them see way through it, not you
step in my pants, can't 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 I'll it with 'em a minute
see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits 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 these rude ludicrous lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the in hysterics
Using his music to it sharing his views in his marriage
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you hear it
Maybe hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict, like you didn't
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the
And see as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look 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 here I
you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, (Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga)
And I'm the sinister, Mr. it's just the

Renegade! been 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 mind at, any time of day)
(Cause I'm a (renegade) been afraid to holler)
(About (anything?) Anything (anything!))

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy
Pockets filled a lot of lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lost on the project bench
you hollering? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By the bodega, iron my coat, feeling braver
wrapping 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 wasn't home
not stress to me I wasn't grown, 'specially on nights
I brought something home to quiet the stomach
My demeanor, thirty my senior
My childhood didn't mean much, only green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, my head to the sky
Big I did it, before I die (nigga)
No lie, just I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and 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 of that as they paint me
As a monger of and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a 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, simple as Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at Christians against me
Go to war the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, eyeful
The new Ice Cube, hate 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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