Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with that rap
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm from Cleveland they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that
saran wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Vegas
I its contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting like its practice
like 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
is, I do what I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
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 as a grown man, embarrassed
And these seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar
This ain't this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
my times up on this earth
And they bury me in the
Don't say that I ain't milk life for everything that its worth ( everything that its worth)
And I die remember me like 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
Write it down, a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your for infinity
And the same goes for your
Remember me Kennedy
Or East on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't
I got go, I rock shows, I be plays 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 that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the 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
That jealousy is the of defeat
who told you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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