Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me that rap shit
You can miss me with stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm Cleveland where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia
I swear its contagious the way that we it
on my denim vest about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm to see what first class is
Cash is the of all evil
But maybe that's why I do bad
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the country we live in is
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 family couches like "you want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man,
And these dreams far-fetched
When reality is you're a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This ain't this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember
When I'm
Uh,
they'll remember me when I'm gone

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

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with 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 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 know?
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, for nothing let you believe 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 when I'm

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