Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America Reprise

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

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is mobsters, all my is doctors
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg
Don't trip nigga, just words
Though my tend to sound like Proverbs
don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the
Now Mason Betha in a Lambo
And niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo
my shit, always 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 sell like I had no bail
For my chain and my piece I should've won
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only young do it better than the old niggas

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

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood I love killin'
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as 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?
Just a little nigga tryin' to see the other side
Of the tracks, where them scarecrows at
No on a nigga but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I sell your crack
I won't your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn flag

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