Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland they trap shit
Five for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of loud into Garcia Vegas
I its contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim vest 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 coach like its
Feeling like students when the back I'm trying to see what 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 Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen 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 hand me downs as a grown man,
And these seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like remember Mike
When I'm
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
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 they say Dub with that humble shit
You can be cool for so long
Don't I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your memory for
And the goes for your bitch
me from Kennedy
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 calling plays Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm of hunger
That jealousy is the of defeat
who told you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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