Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
Cleveland on my L's up when you see me
Came the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan
shit changed

You can miss me with that rap
You can miss me with stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm from Cleveland where trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this into Garcia Vegas
I its contagious 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 flights still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see first class is
Cash is the root of all
But maybe why I do bad shit
is, I do what I need
Cuz the country we in is fascist
And no or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
in family houses like Bob Saget
Both
I was on couches like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while newborns in the carriage
Packaging in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This ain't living 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 remember me I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna with
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your for infinity
And the goes for your bitch
Remember me from
Or East High on the east side where die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
I got go, I rock shows, I be plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and double X is my campaign
Pop that champagne 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 but no frontin
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

[Hook 2:
When the is up on my watch
And bury me in that 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!