Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

I murder this inc as soon as I the page
You gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage
And charge the mic, and I hope you got the to fight
'Cause you gon' have to, 'cause you got the smarts to write

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

Throw up your paws, you pussies can't scratch me hard
It's like fuckin' Castor Claw tryna me off
You I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some 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 leap over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or near me tryna me physically
'Cause he spit lyrically

And he knows that my 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 the severity
Of what it could escalate to or it could grow so seriously
If I go

'Cause I guarantee no one in here
That would like a childhood
Any quicker than I would, or hit you plywood
when I'm sippin' on this liquor and tonic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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