Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Finger

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

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

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

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