Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he lyrical" barbershop chat shit
me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was 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 city get you a piece of that cactus
saran wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we it
Patches on my denim about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we what that is
Jet lag from these long still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first is
Cash is the of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
in family houses like Bob Saget
Both
I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill it
Inheriting hand me downs as a man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem
reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly dollar average
ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
they'll remember me when I'm gone

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

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub with that humble shit
You can be cool for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble
it down, take a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your memory for
And the goes 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 plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me 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 remember me Pac, BANG!