Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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

me

Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
World, this 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 like
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck my shit
I hope 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
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 nigga do it than the old niggas

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

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

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

chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the we hella rich
you all in my business, this 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 fellowship paid, need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

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

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