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 shit

You can miss me with that rap
You can me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where trap shit
Five for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that
With wrap for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia
I swear its the way that we passed it
on my denim vest about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what first is
Cash is the of all evil
But that's why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do I need
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
Yall in family houses Bob Saget
parents
I was on couches like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man,
And dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly dollar average
This ain't this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me they remember Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll me when I'm gone

[Hook 1: Gun Kelly]
When my times up on earth
And bury me in the dirt
Don't say that I ain't 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 quit with 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 gotta do to me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same goes for your
Remember me Kennedy
Or High on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't
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 that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop that champagne 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 of defeat
who told 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 this everything that I got (everything that I got)
And when I die me like Pac, BANG!