Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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"And so my Americans
Ask not what country can do for you
Ask what you can do for country"

me

Load the clip in the chopper, the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, just words
Though my words tend to sound Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the
Granny broke cause she givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' desert like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, wondered why they fuck with my shit
I it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm sell like I had no bail
For my and my piece I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, I know nigga
young nigga do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance with the devil
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
Since you all in my business, this what I tell a
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck me, this life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my shit
Scoopin' in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the

Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and cost
Heavy as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't my pain

Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner Revis he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love
Niggas'll that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my shit
Moving careless as
In a where niggas really don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a but they'll air your back
the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, burn your flag

Took chances, dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this what I tell a
If you fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars all on embellishments
My paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' on the edge

Miss America, petty
America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range thousands out
Am I about or about change?
Am I about knowledge or brains?
Freedom or big chains, don't feel my pain

They don't feel my
never feel my pain
And they'll never play shit on the radio