Luyện nghe bài hát More Middle Fingers

What's on brotha?
Why don't we stop being politically
Just, on one
Just be

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

Hey, one for the haters of The Son, yeah, the one in the hippie sandals
Yeah, and how 'bout one for the lack of for Mr. Jack and Charlie Daniels
If you don't like the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold 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 like you don't give a rip, 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 I had more middle fingers

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

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