Luyện nghe bài hát More Middle Fingers

What's on brotha?
Why we stop being politically correct
Just, on one
be correct

This one's for the IRS, in bed with the damn
And this for the boss, the hoss, who wouldn't let you off to go fishin'
And to the bulls and the bears on Street, takin' you and me to the cleaner's
Man it's stuff like that that me wish I had more middle fingers

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't a rip, like your mama ain't there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his new Beamer
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more middle

Hey, gimme one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of respect for Mr. Jack and Charlie
If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar beer drinkers
Well, it's folks like that that make me I had more middle fingers

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up in the air
Let 'em flip you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't there
I could use a few for the dude in the suit who cut me off in his brand new
Man, it's stuff like that that made me wish I had more fingers

If you this song and you think it's wrong, for what it's worth
My crowd'd be proud to you up a little Free Bird

Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a shit, like your ain't there
Let 'em fly in the sky, get 'em all up in the air
Let 'em flip like you don't give a rip, like your mama ain't
I could use a few for the fat cats the roof off the bullshit meter
Man, it's stuff like that makes me wish I had more middle fingers
Yeah, it's stuff like that that me wish I had more middle fingers
More fingers