Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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"And so my fellow
Ask not your country can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

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

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

Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and cost
Heavy heart as I sit in Range countin' thousands out
Am I about or about change?
Am I knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they feel my pain

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

Took chances, dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we rich
Since you all in my business, what I tell a bitch
If you ain't me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, 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, thoughts
America, petty thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range thousands out
Am I about dollars or change?
Am I about knowledge or brains?
Freedom or big chains, don't feel my pain

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