Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Finger

Hate to be the of bad news
But I move with too many rap dudes
I respect dudes from my double M
But I'm just not that dude hanging on to who's and such
Cash rule for some, got for none
Can't fool with niggas who put the up
to quit, rap music sucks
But couldn't run a 4.2, so you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the tool I trust
And that's a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You hot, they wanna be cool with yah
They're like shops, they're old news to us

Society, I 'em
Aye look now
I got to be the
Aye well now
Society, I 'em
Aye look now
Should no nigga
the god inside of my mirror
Fuck you, leave me alone (aye look now)
Fuck you, leave me

Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin'
and geekin', I kinda think that I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck me now?
my first child, ain't finna come out
Fuck the route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, the smile
Opiated, could show up with more elation
All my bitches say, "Take it easy, the paper"
Try to be the people, see what I'm fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a gamble jo
Pop a perc, I could through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a
Thrill's all gone when mothafuckin' fame go
Ever a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he ain't
bitches say my shit is so graceful
White bitches barely me up in Graystone

Society, I 'em
Aye well now
I got to be the
Aye well now
Society, I 'em
Aye well now
Should follow no
Just the god of my mirror
Fuck you, me alone