Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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

me

Load the clip in the chopper, flip the and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to sound Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
my shit, always wondered why they fuck with 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 cold nigga, yeah I nigga
Only young nigga do it better than the old

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

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

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like Revis he should've had defense
That's how I'm feelin', spillin' I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap changed, this 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 niggas really don't who they hit
Who the was I?
a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No brains on a but they'll air your back
the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, burn your flag

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

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

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