Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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"And so my Americans
Ask not what country can do for you
Ask what you can do for country"

me

1]
Load the in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
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 tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she givin' bread to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas desert eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they 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 cold nigga, yeah I know
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty
America, petty thoughts
Just to floss pay any and cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about 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 like Revis he should've had better 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 on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a where niggas really don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a little nigga tryin' 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, Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't wear hat
I'mma pass classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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