Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

[Verse 1: Gun Kelly]
on my back 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 rap shit
You can me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop chat shit
Miss me that frat shit
Only university I was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where they shit
bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran for the wrapping
mean?
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we it
Patches on my denim vest as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know that is
Jet lag these long flights still sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools back I'm trying to see what class is
is the root of all evil
But maybe why I do bad shit
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
Both
I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill it
Inheriting hand me downs as a man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging in bags for an hourly seven dollar average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me they remember Mike
When I'm
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 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 say Dub quit with that humble shit
You can only be cool for so
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna with
it down, take a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your memory for
And the goes for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east side where die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you know?
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 for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for let you believe what you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 out the week I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the smell of
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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