Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
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 miss me with that rap
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
Only university I 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 this could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud 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 chucks cus well we know what is
Jet lag these long flights still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
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 what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
Yall in houses like Bob Saget
parents
I was on family couches like "you want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar
ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they remember
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe remember me when I'm gone

1: Machine Gun Kelly]
When my times up on this
And they me in the dirt
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!

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub quit with 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 whatever you do to remember me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same for your bitch
Remember me 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 calling like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now 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 of hunger
jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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