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 touch the
You ain't gon' have no other but to rush the stage
And charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to
you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the smarts to write

Somethin' that good, to try to come back at me
you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that 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 can't even scratch me hard
It's fuckin' Castor Claw tryna jack me off
You think I'm What you tryna throw some fear in me?
You think I'm enough to roll with no security?

I'm doin' my best to try to show
But sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me
Like it's supposed to be me
Like I leap clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or me tryna approach me physically
'Cause he spit lyrically

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

'Cause I guarantee 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 bottle go upside your head so hard with it
The mark 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 refuse to let it get to this
Where I'ma let you sit on my conscience, I'm gone bitch,

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

Now who you been to Kyoto, Tokyo
Off of one debut, screamin', "I'm in yo"
Obie Trice, sho' you
He done 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 know that O. Trice it
In a where he speaks how the streets views it

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

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

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