Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with rap shit
You can miss me with that "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with that frat
Only university I was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
Five bucks in a drought in city could get you a piece of that cactus
saran wrap 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 denim about as old as my dad is
Blood on my chucks cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from these long still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
But that's why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the country we live in is
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've 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 grown man,
And dreams seem far-fetched
reality 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 is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me they remember Mike
When I'm
Uh,
they'll remember 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 its worth ( everything that its worth)
And when I die remember me Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can be cool for so long
misjudge 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 goes for bitch
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the 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 and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, for nothing let you believe what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the week I be I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of
who told you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

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