Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with rap shit
You can me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm Cleveland where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
Five in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we it
Patches on my denim vest as old as my dad is
stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its
Feeling like students the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
is the root of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
is, I do what I need
Cuz the country we 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 Bob Saget
parents
I was on family like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams far-fetched
When reality is sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly dollar average
ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But one day they'll remember me like they remember Mike
When I'm
Uh,
they'll remember me when I'm gone

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
When my times up on earth
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 remember me Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can be cool for so long
misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your memory for
And the same goes for your
me from 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 plays Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the back but no
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

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