Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Cleveland on my L's up when you see me
Came the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan
Ain't changed

You can miss me that rap shit
You can miss me that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm from where they trap shit
bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its the way that we passed it
Patches on my vest about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach its practice
like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
But maybe that's why I do bad
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
Yall in family houses like Bob
Both
I was on family couches "you don't want it?" ill wear it
hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these seem far-fetched
reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll me when I'm gone

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
When my times up on this
And they me in the dirt
Don't say that I ain't milk this life for everything that its worth ( that its worth)
And when I die me like Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble
Write it down, a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your memory for
And the same goes for your
Remember me from
Or East High on the east side where die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
I got go, I shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a damn
And EST is my damn been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for let you believe what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

[Hook 2:
When the is up on my watch
And they bury me in box
say I ain't give this game everything that I got (everything that I got)
And I die remember me like Pac, BANG!