Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, the script and get Oscars
All my is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, this just the tip of the
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm sell like I had no bail
For my and my piece I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
Only young nigga do it than the old niggas

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

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

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', blood I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that they it, is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas really don't who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your

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