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' once again' boy
It's a scratch 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
you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the smarts to write

Somethin' 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' you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me
It's like fuckin' Castor tryna jack me off
You I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to roll 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
Like supposed to be scarin' me
Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and this chair
At anyone close or near me tryna me physically
'Cause he spit lyrically

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

'Cause I there's no one in here
That resort like a childhood
Any quicker I would, or hit you with plywood
Especially when I'm sippin' on this liquor and

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

I'm gone
Records motherfucker, we gone bitch
I said we bitch, so long 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, sho' you
He done seen overseas, he's not a

protege, Em only showed O. the way
Fuck the media say
If you listen to music you should know that O. Trice fused it
In a matter he speaks how the streets views it

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

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

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 fuck with it
But fuck it, I'm bitch