Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they just
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
Granny cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why fuck with my shit
I it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' 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 do it better than the old niggas

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

Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about
Am I about knowledge or about
or big chains, they don't feel my pain

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America
I was a nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where 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, them scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't your hat
I'mma your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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