Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

This is a public service
to you by the good people at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow
Ask not what country 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 is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors
Cole World, just the tip of the iceberg
So talk and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my words tend to like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they
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' like I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only nigga do it better than the old niggas

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

Miss America, petty
Miss America, petty
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 about
Am I knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, don't feel my pain

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
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 niggas don't care who they hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the side
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No on a nigga but they'll air your back
the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack
I fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your
I'mma fuck daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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