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 room for
Can't with niggas who put the rumors up
to quit, rap music sucks
But run a 4.2, so with you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, truth? the only tool I
And that's sayin' a lot, Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, wanna be cool with yah
They're consignment 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 well now
follow no nigga
Just the god of my mirror
Fuck you, leave me (aye well look now)
Fuck you, me alone

Fightin' for my respect, it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm X
MDMA in my juice, jaws tired and
Now I'm sweatin' the bitches, they perspired me to
Are you judgin' me Do you fuck with me now?
Miscarried my first child, finna come out
Fuck the therapy route, where the and loud?
Blue 30 come around, the smile
Opiated, could show up later with elation
All my say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be with the people, see I'm fightin'
Them demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in Vegas
Yeah, life a anyway jo
Pop a perc, I merk through the pain though
Mind bills pilin' up, drop a
Thrill's all gone when that mothafuckin' go
Ever a mix J Cole and Django?
Educated, shit, but he whip like he though
Black bitches say my is so graceful
bitches barely know me up in Graystone

Society, I 'em
Aye well 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, me alone