Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

This is a public announcement
to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
"And so my Americans
Ask not what 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 taste the tip of the
Don't trip nigga, they just
Though my tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
my shit, always 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' sell I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I won Nobel
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
Only young do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance with the bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we rich
Since you all in my business, this 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 paid, don't 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, petty
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' out
Am I about dollars or change?
Am I about or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't my pain

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he should've had better
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I killin'
swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga 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, Uncle Sam I sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't wear hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma your flag

They feel my pain
They'll feel my pain
And they'll play this shit on the radio