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, flip the script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So talk and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they just
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
Bumpin' my shit, always why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my
But oh well, I'm sell like I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
Only young do it better than the old niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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