Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
Cleveland on my L's up when you see me
Came from the now they on tv swear to god haaan
Ain't shit

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

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

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with that shit
You can only be cool for so
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you do to remember me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same for your bitch
Remember me Kennedy
Or East High on the east where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling like Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you what you see
I'm in the back but no
7 days out the I be working I'm full of hunger
jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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