Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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"And so my Americans
Ask not what your can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

1]
Load the in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
World, this just the tip of the iceberg
So talk and taste the tip of the Mossberg
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to sound like
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
Granny broke cause she givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, wondered 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 I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you nigga, yeah I know nigga
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 what I tell a
If you fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't to cop my fellas shit
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like Revis he should've had better
how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing
of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as
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, 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 wear hat
I'mma pass your classes, learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma your flag

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