Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat
me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that
With saran for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we 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 still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
is, I do what I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without and 3D glasses
Yall in houses like Bob Saget
parents
I was on family couches like "you don't it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man,
And these dreams seem
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your in the carriage
Packaging groceries in for an hourly seven dollar average
ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub quit that humble shit
You can only be cool for so
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 goes for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or High on the east side 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 champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn
Biatch, celebration for let you believe what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the week I be I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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