Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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"And so my Americans
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 and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
Don't nigga, they just words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always why they fuck with my shit
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's 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 know
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

America, petty thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
to floss pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or 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 corner Revis he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love
swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No brains on a 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
pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your

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