Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
on my back L's up when you see me
Came from the underground now they on tv to god haaan
Ain't changed

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

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

[Verse 2:
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 memory for infinity
And the goes for your bitch
Remember me Kennedy
Or East on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
I got go, I shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a damn
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that 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 back but no
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the of defeat
who told you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

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