Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

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

Took chances, slow with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we hella
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, don't to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, Cinderella shit
for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, petty
to floss pay any and every cost
Heavy as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my

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 I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, careless as shit
In a city where niggas really don't 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 brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn craft
fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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