Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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"And so my fellow
Ask not what country can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
Granny broke cause she givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles they Rambo
my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no
For my and my piece I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
young nigga do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, 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 fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't to cop my fellas shit
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, petty
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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner like he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as as it gets
Rap game changed, is embarrassing shit
of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas really don't care who hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little 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, Sam I won't sell your 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, I'mma burn flag

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