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 from my double M
But I'm not that dude hanging on to who's who's and such
Cash rule for some, got room for
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
Went in the booth, the only tool I trust
And sayin' a lot, cause Pro Tools be stuck
You grindin' hot, wanna be cool with yah
They're like consignment shops, they're old to us

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

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

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