Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
on my back L's up when 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
Miss me with frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they trap
bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city 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 chucks cus well we what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still coach like its practice
Feeling students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
But maybe that's why I do bad
Fact is, I do I need
Cuz the country we in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
in family houses like Bob Saget
Both
I was on family couches "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man,
And these dreams far-fetched
reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me they remember Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe remember me when I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub with that humble shit
You can only be for so long
misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, a pic
Do whatever you do to remember me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same goes for your
Remember me from
Or East High on the 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 its a damn shame
And EST is my damn been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that 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 but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm of hunger
jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who 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 when I die me like Pac, BANG!