Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
Granny broke she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' sell I had no bail
For my chain and my I should've 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 hella
Since you all in my business, this what I a bitch
If you ain't me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
Green splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my shit
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' on the edge

America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty
America, petty thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or 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 defense
how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that 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 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 on a nigga but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I sell your crack
I won't fight wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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