Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Machine Gun
on my back L's up when you see me
Came the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan
shit changed

You can miss me that rap shit
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" chat shit
me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this into Garcia 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 still sitting like its practice
Feeling students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
is the root of all evil
But maybe that's why I do bad
is, I do what I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
Yall in family like Bob Saget
parents
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
When 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 this is strife, mixed Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me when I'm

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub quit that humble shit
You can only be cool for so
misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble with
Write it down, a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your for infinity
And the same goes for your
Remember me from
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 calling plays Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a damn
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the I be working I'm full of hunger
That is the smell of defeat
who told you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

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