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, flip the and get Oscars
All my is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
my shit, always wondered 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' sell like I had no
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
young nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

America, petty thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Miss America, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about or about brains?
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 they 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, moving as shit
In a city where niggas really don't who they hit
Who the was I?
a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma your craft
I'mma your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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