Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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"And so my fellow
Ask not your 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 is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words tend to sound Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
Granny broke she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck my shit
I hope it's the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' sell I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you cold nigga, I know nigga
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

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

on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He the corner like Revis he should've had better defense
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, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas really don't care who hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga to see the other side
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't your crack
I won't fight wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your

Took chances, slow dance with the bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
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
Green dollars splurged all on
My fellowship paid, need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella
for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

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

They feel my pain
They'll never my pain
And never play this shit on the radio