Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

KaySlay, yeah, yo
Drama King,
Check it out, it out, O.Trice
Shady nigga, it's goin' down once again' boy
It's just a scratch man, go Em

I this inc as soon as I touch the page
You ain't gon' have no other choice but to the stage
And the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight
you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the smarts to write

Somethin' that good, to try to back at me with
What you gon' do, try to out-rap me that happy shit?
You motherfuckers me up
bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws, you can't even scratch me hard
It's like fuckin' Castor tryna jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you tryna throw fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to with no security?

I'm doin' my to try to show maturity
But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and at me
Like it's to be scarin' me
Like I won't clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or near me tryna me physically
'Cause he don't lyrically

And he that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick
And so sick of hearin' me, my posters is starin' at him
But I don't think he knows the
Of what it could escalate to or that it grow so seriously
If I go

'Cause I guarantee there's no one in
would resort like a childhood
Any quicker than I would, or hit you plywood
Especially when I'm sippin' on liquor and tonic

One swig of this bottle go upside your head so hard with it
The mark from it'll be so that it'll leave a scar so big
You'll be able to read a from the motherfuckin'
that's on it; I'm sick of the nonsense
Shit is and I refuse to let it get to this point
I'ma let you sit on my conscience, I'm gone bitch, yeah

I'm bitch
Shady motherfucker, we gone bitch
I said we gone bitch, so bitch
Catch up if you can, we on bitch

Now who you know been to Kyoto,
Off of one debut, screamin', "I'm in yo"
Obie Trice, you right
He done seen overseas, not a prototype

Nobody's protege, Em only O. the way
what the media say
If you listen to music then you should know that O. Trice it
In a matter where he speaks how the streets it

Choose, to translate it the art of music
And started it reachin' the youth influenced by the truth in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran from in vans
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to
Hand of contraband

A product of my environment, and violence
the content, but my intent is
To retire these tired-ass writers in
'Cause haters they hate us Shady became famous
And claimed the rap game when they thought he'd be
But racist accusations won't us
Let the truth be told, you think O will be over

Like, "Massa, 'em you got soul", no
Anybody us know this not how we roll
So, I still push the
If I ain't trust it I wouldn't with it
But fuck it, I'm bitch