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, the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words tend to sound like
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck my shit
I it's 'bout 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, yeah I nigga
Only young nigga do it better than the old

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

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

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I 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 wilder nigga back on my shit
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas really don't care who hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other
Of the railroad tracks, them scarecrows at
No brains on a but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't wear hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma fuck your daughters, burn your flag

Took chances, slow with the devil bitch
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 with me, this on the edge
Green splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella
Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the

Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
America, petty thoughts
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 brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't my pain

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