Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

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

Took chances, slow dance with the 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 me, this life on the edge
Green dollars all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella
for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I killin'
Niggas'll swear that it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as
In a city where really don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No on a nigga but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't your crack
I won't fight wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your

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