Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
Cole World, this just the tip of the
So talk shit and the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they words
my words tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now pastor Mason Betha in a
And little niggas holdin' eagles like they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's my dick
But oh well, I'm gon' like 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 with the bitch
the circumstances we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this I tell a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, Cinderella shit
for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in Range 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 I love killin'
Niggas'll swear they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches on some old Miss America shit
I was a nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit
In a city where niggas really 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 on a nigga but they'll air your back
the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I won't your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma fuck daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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