Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with that rap
You can miss me with that "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me with frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from where they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this could get you a piece of that cactus
With wrap for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of loud into Garcia 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 cus well we know what that is
Jet lag from long flights still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
But maybe that's why I do bad
Fact is, I do I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without and 3D glasses
Yall in houses like Bob Saget
parents
I was on family couches like "you want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and 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 remember
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be for so long
misjudge 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 memory for
And the same for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
I got go, I shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the 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 working I'm full of
jealousy is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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