Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with rap shit
You can miss me with 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 trap
Five bucks for the catfish, five for the bad bitch
Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that
With saran for the wrapping
Whatchu
Meaning we bundling all of this loud into 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 chucks cus we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its
Feeling like when the schools back I'm trying to see what first class is
Cash is the root of all
But maybe why I do bad shit
Fact is, I do what I
Cuz the country we live in is
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen IMAX's and 3D glasses
Yall in family houses Bob Saget
parents
I was on family couches like "you don't want it?" ill it
Inheriting hand me as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams far-fetched
When reality is you're a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe they'll remember me I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub quit with that humble
You can only be cool for so
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you rumble with
Write it down, a pic
Do whatever you do to remember me
I'm in memory for infinity
And the same goes for bitch
Remember me from
Or East High on the east side where niggas die over
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't
I got go, I shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,
But I'm so Cleveland its a damn
And EST is my damn gang reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm of hunger
That is the smell of defeat
who told you
I'm
Remember me I'm gone

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