Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can me with that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop shit
me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Hard
I'm from Cleveland where they trap
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
Five bucks in a drought in this city get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Vegas
I its contagious the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim vest as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what is
Jet lag from these long flights sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm to see what first class is
Cash is the of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the country we in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without and 3D glasses
Yall in family houses Bob Saget
parents
I was on family like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the
Packaging in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This ain't living this is strife, with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll me like they remember Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm

[Hook 1: Machine Gun
When my times up on this
And they bury me in the
say that I ain't milk this life for everything that its worth ( everything that its worth)
And I die remember me like 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 whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your for infinity
And the same goes for bitch
Remember me Kennedy
Or East High on the side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
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 that since way back and that double X is my
Pop bottles champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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