How can you justify listening to music made by a man who beat his wife?

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ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᵗᵒᶫᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ʳᵒᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ
ᴵ ᵃᶦᶰ'ᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵖᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵒᶫ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵉᵈ
ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶫᵒᵒᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵏᶦᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᶦᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵘᵐᵇ
ᴵᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃᶰ "ᴸ" ᵒᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵉʰᵉᵃᵈ

ᵂᵉᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ
ᶠᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘᶫᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ʰᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ
ᴰᶦᵈᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉᶰˢᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶫᶦᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵘᶰ
ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳᵃᶦᶰ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ
ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ, ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ
ˢᵒ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʳᵒᶰᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗᵃᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵗʳᵉᵉᵗˢ?
ʸᵒᵘ'ᶫᶫ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵒ
ʸᵒᵘ'ᶫᶫ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᶦᶰᵉ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᶫᵒʷ

ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶫᶫ-ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ, ᵍᵒ ᵖᶫᵃʸ
ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵒᶰ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵖᵃᶦᵈ
ᴬᶰᵈ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᶫᶦᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶫᵈ
ᴼᶰᶫʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵗᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᶫᵈ

Welp, there goes all my 20th century music then.

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵒᶫ ᵖᶫᵃᶜᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ᶦᵗ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᶜᵒᶫᵈᵉʳ
ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵘᶰᵈᶫᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᶰᵒʷ, ʷᵃᶦᵗ ᵗᶦᶫᶫ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᶫᵈᵉʳ
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗᵉᵒʳ ᵐᵉᶰ ᵇᵉᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᵉʳ
ᴶᵘᵈᵍᶦᶰᵍ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᶫᵉ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵗᵉᶫᶫᶦᵗᵉ ᵖᶦᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ
ᵀʰᵉ ᶦᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ˢᵏᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵗʰᶦᶰ
ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦᶰᵍ ʷᵃʳᵐ ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᶫᶫ ˢʷᶦᵐ
ᴹʸ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ'ˢ ᵒᶰ ᶠᶦʳᵉ, ʰᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ?
ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᴵ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵒʳᵉᵈ

ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶫᶫ-ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ, ᵍᵒ ᵖᶫᵃʸ
ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵒᶰ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵖᵃᶦᵈ
ᴬᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᶫᶦᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶫᵈ
ᴼᶰᶫʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵗᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᶫᵈ

ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶫᶫ-ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶰ, ᵍᵒ ᵖᶫᵃʸ
ᴴᵉʸ ᶰᵒʷ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ʳᵒᶜᵏ ˢᵗᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ, ᵒᶰ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵖᵃᶦᵈ
ᴬᶰᵈ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᶫᶦᵗᵗᵉʳˢ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶫᵈ
ᴼᶰᶫʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵗᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ

Probably because I don't give a shit about an artists personal life when I listen to their music.

it sounds good

if you never listened to people who beat women

there would be no hip hop.

okay

*I used to be cruel to my woman
I beat her and kept apart from the things that she loved
Man I was mean but I'm changing my scene
And I'm doing the best that I can*

>So he admit it can we move on please?

I justify it because he was part irish