Luyện nghe bài hát The Middle Finger

Hate to be the bearer of bad
But I can't move with too many rap
I respect dudes my double M crew
But I'm just not that hanging on to who's who's and such
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 you I'm stuck
Went in the booth, the only tool I trust
And that's a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, they wanna be with yah
like 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 look now
Should no nigga
Just the god inside of my
Fuck you, me alone (aye well look now)
you, leave me alone

Fightin' for my respect, it or nothin' else
Preachin' and geekin', I kinda think that I'm X
in my juice, jaws tired and thru
Now I'm sweatin' cause the bitches, perspired me to
Are you judgin' me now? Do you fuck with me
Miscarried my first child, ain't finna out
Fuck the therapy route, where the and loud?
30 come around, there's the smile
Opiated, could show up with more elation
All my say, "Take it easy, enjoy the paper"
Try to be the people, see what I'm fightin'
Them inner demons, and how it was eatin' me while I be in
Yeah, a gamble anyway jo
Pop a perc, I could through the pain though
Mind pilin' up, drop a single
Thrill's all gone when 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 barely know 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 no nigga
Just the god inside of my
you, leave me alone