Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

This is a public announcement
Brought to you by the good over at Dreamville Records
"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, the script and get Oscars
All my is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
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 gon' sell I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only young nigga do it better than the old

Took chances, slow dance the devil bitch
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, life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on
My fellowship paid, need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' 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
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or about
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my

on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He played the like Revis he should've had better defense
how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
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 shit
I was a nigga back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as
In a city where niggas 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, Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't your hat
I'mma your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn 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 fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

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

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