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 your country can do for you
Ask you can do for your country"

me

1]
Load the clip in the chopper, 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
trip nigga, they just words
Though my words tend to sound like
Niggas don't see the preachers we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always bread to the Church
Now pastor Mason in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles they Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why fuck with my shit
I hope 'bout 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 won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know
Only young nigga do it than the old niggas

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

Miss America, petty
Miss America, thoughts
America, petty thoughts
Just to pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this countin' thousands out
Am I dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or about
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 should've had better
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I killin'
Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it
Rap game changed, is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga on my therapist shit, moving careless 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 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
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