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 country can do for you
Ask what you can do for country"

me

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

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

Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands 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 like Revis he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as as it gets
Rap changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving as shit
In a city where niggas really care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them 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 won't your hat
I'mma pass classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn flag

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