Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" chat shit
Miss me with that frat
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
Five bucks for the catfish, bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we it
Patches on my denim vest 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 its practice
Feeling like students when the back I'm trying to see what first class is
is the root of all evil
But maybe that's why I do bad
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 seen without IMAX's and 3D
Yall in family houses Bob Saget
Both
I was on family couches "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a man, embarrassed
And these dreams far-fetched
When is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an seven dollar average
This ain't this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me they remember Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
When my times up on this
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 remember me Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with that shit
You can only be for so long
Don't I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you do to remember me
I'm in your for infinity
And the goes for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or High 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 since way back and double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the back but no
7 days out the week I be working I'm full of
That jealousy is the of defeat
Remember who 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 give game everything that I got (everything that I got)
And when I die me like Pac, BANG!