Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

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

Somethin' that good, to try to come at me with
What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that shit?
You motherfuckers me up
Talkin' bout you gonna smack me up, y'all even back me up

Throw up paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard
like fuckin' Castor Claw 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 my best to try to show maturity
But don't sit there and stare at me hoes and sneer at me
it's supposed to be scarin' me
Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. and throw this chair
At anyone close or me tryna approach me physically
'Cause he don't lyrically

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

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

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

I'm gone
Shady Records motherfucker, we 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 seen overseas, he's not a prototype

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

Choose, to translate it through the art of
And started usin' it reachin' the 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 full of

A of my environment, narcotics and violence
Inspires the content, but my is
To retire tired-ass writers in silence
'Cause haters they hate us 'cause Shady became
And claimed the rap game when thought he'd be nameless
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 push the bucket
If I ain't it I wouldn't fuck with it
But fuck it, I'm gone