Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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"And so my fellow
Ask not your country 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 bitches is
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
Don't nigga, they just words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she 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 fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my
But oh well, I'm gon' sell I had no bail
For my chain and my I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, I know nigga
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance with the devil
Overcomin' the 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
Green splurged all on embellishments
My paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' 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 played the corner like Revis he should've had better
how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it
Rap changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas really don't who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your
I won't fight your wars, I won't your hat
I'mma your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck daughters, I'mma burn your flag

Took chances, slow dance with the bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
Since you all in my business, what I tell a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck 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
Smash for the hell of it, life on the edge

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

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