Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

This is a public announcement
Brought to you by the people at Dreamville 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 and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words tend to sound like
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the
Granny cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck my shit
I it's '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 I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I nigga
young nigga 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, this I tell a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck me, this life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' on the edge

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like Revis he should've had defense
That's how I'm feelin', spillin' I love 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 Miss America
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city niggas really don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the side
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, burn your flag

They don't feel my
They'll feel my pain
And never play this shit on the radio