Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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Brought to you by the people over at Dreamville Records
"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 is doctors
World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
Don't trip nigga, just words
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always bread to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck 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, yeah I know
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

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

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like 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 shit
of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my shit
careless as shit
In a city where niggas really don't care who hit
Who the was I?
Just a young nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma your flag

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

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

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