Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

This is a public announcement
Brought to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
"And so my Americans
Ask not what your can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

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

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

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

on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He played the corner 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 changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas really care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, them scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your
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

Took chances, slow dance with the devil
the circumstances 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 splurged all on embellishments
My paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' 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 pay any and every cost
Heavy as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my

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