Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Finger

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

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, leave me (aye well look now)
Fuck you, leave me

Fightin' for my respect, receive it or nothin'
Preachin' and geekin', I think that I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws and thru
Now I'm cause the bitches, they perspired me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you with me now?
Miscarried my first child, ain't come out
Fuck the therapy route, the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 around, there's the smile
Opiated, could show up later more elation
All my say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be with the people, see what I'm
Them demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I merk 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 though
Black bitches say my shit is so
White barely know me up in Graystone

Society, I 'em
Aye look now
I got to be the
Aye well now
Society, I 'em
Aye look now
follow no nigga
Just the god inside of my
Fuck you, leave me