Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
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 like
Niggas see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' like I had no bail
For my chain and my I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, 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 me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on
My fellowship paid, don't to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' on the edge

Miss America, petty
America, petty thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about or about change?
Am I about or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, 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 spillin' I killin'
Niggas'll that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America
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 tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell crack
I fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma your flag

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