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Jay-Z - Renagade - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
Motherfuckers, say that I'm foolish
I only talk about jews (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See IХm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The same dude you gave nothing', I made something doin'
What I do through and through, I give you the news
With a twist it's just his ghetto point of view
The renagade you been afraid
I penetrate pop culture bring them a lot closer to the block
Where they, pop toasters and they live with their moms
Got drop roasters from botch robberies, niggas crouched over
Mami's knocked up cuz she wasn't watched over
Knocked down, by some clown when child support knocked
"No, he's not around", now how that sound till you jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without ridin' 'round
Hidin' down, duckin strays from frustrated youths
Stuck in they ways, just read a magazine that fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it
I help them see they way through it
Not you, can step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes
But everything you worth you lose you tie and your shirt

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician, but I kick it with them one minute
Cuz see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I wear it
But if it don't then y'all just swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who is the king of these rude, ludacris, lucrative lyrics?
Who can inherit the title? But the youth in hysterics
Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they sayin' you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew? Maybe it's food for the sprit?
Maybe it's beautiful music, I made for you to cherish
But I debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
It's a motherfuckin' drug attic, like you didn't experiment
Now na na, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again and you get embarrassed
Then I got nothin' to do, but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldnХt do good in marriage (ha-ha)
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cuz here we go, these [scratches], now it the +Mister Mister kiss my ass+
It's just a...

Renagade - never been afraid to say what's my mind
At any time of day cuz I'm a renagade
Never been afraid to talk about anything (anything?) ANYTHING (anything)

Renagade - never been afraid to say what's my mind
At any time of day cuz I'm a renagade
Never been afraid to holla about anything (anything?) ANYTHING (anything)

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
Pockets filled with a lot of lent, not a cent, got a vent
A lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerlin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
???, iron under my coat, feelin' braver
Doo-rag wrapping' my waves of pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I'm awkward, I box lefty
And often my pops left me and often my momma was not home
Could not stress to me I wasn't grown'
Especially on nights, I brought something' home to quiet the stomach rumblings
My demeanor, thirty years my senior, my childhood didn't mean much
Only raisin' green up
Raisin my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky
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