Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

This is a service announcement
to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow
Ask not what your can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

1]
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 and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't nigga, they just words
my words tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the
broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why 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 I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only young nigga do it better than the old

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

Miss America, thoughts
America, petty 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 knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my

2]
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, is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing
of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where really don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air 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 daughters, I'mma burn your flag

They feel my pain
They'll never feel my
And they'll never play this on the radio