Luyện nghe bài hát Miss America

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

me

Load the in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
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
Don't trip nigga, they words
Though my tend to sound like Proverbs
Niggas see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse
Granny broke cause she always givin' to the Church
Now pastor Betha in a Lambo
And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like Rambo
Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my
I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my
But oh well, I'm gon' like I had no bail
For my chain and my I should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I nigga
Only young nigga do it better the old niggas

Took chances, slow dance the devil bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances we rich
you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
If you ain't 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
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, thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' out
Am I about dollars or change?
Am I knowledge or about brains?
or big chains, they don't feel my pain

Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the
He played the corner like Revis he should've had defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I killin'
Niggas'll swear they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my shit
Moving as shit
In a city where niggas really don't care who hit
Who the was I?
Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other
Of the railroad tracks, where them at
No on a nigga but they'll air your back
Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't your crack
I fight your wars, I won't wear your hat
I'mma pass your classes, learn your craft
I'mma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn flag

chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the we hella rich
you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
If you ain't 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, Cinderella shit
for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge

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

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