Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

This is a public service
to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"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, this just the tip of the
So shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they just
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles they Rambo
my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my
But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no
For my and my piece I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I nigga
Only young nigga do it than the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance with the bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
Since you all in my business, this what I a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, fuck with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas
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, petty
Just to pay any and every cost
heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or change?
Am I about knowledge or about
Freedom or big chains, they feel my pain

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He the corner like Revis he should've had better defense
how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
Niggas'll that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a nigga back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell crack
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

chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this I tell a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the
Green dollars 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, petty
America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy heart as I sit in Range countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I knowledge or about brains?
or big chains, they don't feel my pain

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