Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Cleveland on my back L's up you see me
Came from the now they on tv swear to god haaan
Ain't changed

You can miss me with that rap
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat
Miss me with frat shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland they trap shit
bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
saran wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Vegas
I its contagious the way that we passed it
on my denim vest 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 like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what 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, seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
in family houses like Bob Saget
Both
I was on family couches like "you want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem
When reality is you're a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an seven dollar average
This ain't living is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day remember me like they remember Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe they'll me when I'm gone

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

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub with that humble shit
You can only be for so long
Don't I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in your for infinity
And the same for your bitch
Remember me from
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 calling plays Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the 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 smell of
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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