Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

This is a public announcement
to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow
Ask not what country can do for you
Ask you can do for your 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 and taste the tip of the Mossberg
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always why they fuck with my shit
I it's '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 won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, I know nigga
Only young nigga do it better the old niggas

chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the 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 dollars splurged all on
My fellowship paid, don't to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella
Smash for the hell of it, life on the edge

Miss America, thoughts
America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty
Just to floss pay any and cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or brains?
Freedom or big chains, they feel my pain

on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he should've had better
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love
Niggas'll swear they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist
Moving as shit
In a where niggas really don't care who they 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 they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell crack
I fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, burn your flag

chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
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
dollars splurged 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, life on the edge

Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, petty
Just to floss pay any and every
heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about
Am I knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they feel my pain

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