Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
Cleveland on my back L's up you see me
Came the underground 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 lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland they trap shit
Five for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud Garcia Vegas
I swear its the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know that is
Jet lag from these flights 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 that's why I do bad
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the country we live in is
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I 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 hand me as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This ain't living is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me I'm gone

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
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 when I die remember me Kurt, BANG!

2: Dub-O]
And they say Dub with that humble shit
You can only be for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble
Write it down, a pic
Do you gotta do to remember me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east side where 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 damn
And EST is my damn gang been that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn
Biatch, for nothing let you believe what 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 smell of
who told you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

2: Dub-O]
When the is up on my watch
And bury 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!