Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
Five for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its the way that we passed it
Patches on my vest about 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 like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see 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 live in is
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without and 3D glasses
Yall in family houses Bob Saget
parents
I was on family couches "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me as a grown man, embarrassed
And dreams seem far-fetched
When 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 Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe they'll me when I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub quit with that humble
You can only be for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna with
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your for infinity
And the same goes for your
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east 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 damn
And EST is my gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, for nothing let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no
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 I'm gone

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