Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Finger

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

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

for my respect, receive it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think I'm Malcolm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws and thru
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, they me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me
Miscarried my child, ain't finna come out
Fuck the route, where the syrup and loud?
Blue 30 come around, there's the
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
inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I could merk the pain though
Mind bills up, drop a single
all gone when that mothafuckin' fame go
Ever seen a mix J Cole and
Educated, shit, but he whip he ain't though
Black bitches say my is so graceful
White bitches barely me up in Graystone

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, me alone