Luyện nghe bài hát Miss Me?

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

You can miss me with that rap
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn't lyrical" barbershop shit
me with that frat shit
Only university I graduated was Knocks
I'm from Cleveland they trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
Five bucks in a drought in city could get you a piece of that cactus
With saran wrap for the
mean?
Meaning we all of this loud into Garcia Vegas
I swear its contagious the way that we it
Patches on my 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 we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses
in family houses like Bob Saget
Both
I was on family like "you don't want it?" ill wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem
When reality is you're sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
When I'm
Uh,
Maybe remember me when I'm gone

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

[Verse 2:
And they say Dub quit with humble shit
You can only be for so long
Don't misjudge I'm not the one you wanna rumble
Write it down, a pic
Do whatever you do to remember me
I'm in your for infinity
And the goes for your bitch
me from Kennedy
Or East High on the east side where niggas die over
Yeah, Dub-O,
Oh, you ain't
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling like Flaco,
But I'm so its a damn shame
And EST is my gang been 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 damn
Biatch, celebration for let you believe what you see
I'm in the back but no
7 days out the I be working I'm full of hunger
That jealousy is the of defeat
who told you
I'm
me when I'm gone

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