Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me that rap shit
You can miss me that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
saran wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its 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 what is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see first class is
is the root of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I 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
hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is 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 Hennessey and some
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe 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 ain't milk this life for everything its worth ( everything that its worth)
And I die remember me like Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with 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 for your bitch
Remember me from
Or East on the east side 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 reppin that since 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 nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm full of
That jealousy is the of defeat
who told you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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