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 with frat shit
university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I'm from Cleveland where trap shit
Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad
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 Garcia
I swear its the way that we passed it
Patches on my denim about as old as my dad is
Blood stains on my chucks cus we know what that is
Jet lag from these long flights sitting coach like its practice
Feeling like students when the schools 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 I need
Cuz the we live in is fascist
And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could've seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D
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 dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you're a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage
Packaging groceries in bags for an seven dollar average
This ain't living this is strife, mixed with and some sprite
But maybe one day they'll remember me like they Mike
I'm gone
Uh,
Maybe remember me when I'm gone

[Hook 1: Gun Kelly]
my times up on this earth
And bury me in the dirt
say that I ain't milk this life for everything that its worth ( 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 with
Write it down, a pic
Do whatever you gotta do to me
I'm in your memory for
And the goes for your bitch
Remember me Kennedy
Or East High on the east 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 Cleveland its a damn
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that way back and that double X is my campaign
Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the is my damn ring?
Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe you see
I'm in the back but no
7 days out the week I be working I'm of hunger
That is the smell of defeat
Remember who you
I'm
Remember me when I'm

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