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 script and get
All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is
Cole World, this the tip of the iceberg
So talk shit and taste the tip of the
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words to sound like Proverbs
Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the
Granny cause she always givin' bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' 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 suckin' my
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
Only young do it better than the old niggas

Took chances, dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the we hella rich
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
dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my shit
hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the of it, livin' life on the edge

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

2]
Blood on my sneakers, no for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis he should've had defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood I love killin'
Niggas'll that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a wilder back on my therapist shit, moving careless 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 brains on a nigga but they'll air your
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell crack
I won't your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn craft
fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag

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