Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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Brought to you by the good people at Records
"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 is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't nigga, they just words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my
I hope 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no
For my chain and my piece I won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only young do it better than the old niggas

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

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood I love killin'
Niggas'll that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as
In a city where niggas 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
the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't wear hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma your craft
fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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