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
just a scratch man, let's go Em

I murder this inc as soon as I the page
You ain't gon' 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 that happy shit?
You motherfuckers me up
bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard
It's like fuckin' Claw tryna jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you 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 don't sit there and stare at me hoes and sneer at me
Like it's supposed to be me
Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this
At anyone close or near me tryna approach me
'Cause he spit lyrically

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

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

One swig of this bottle I'ma go 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 on it; I'm sick 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 bitch
Shady motherfucker, we gone bitch
I said we bitch, so long bitch
up if you can, we movin' 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 showed O. the way
Fuck the media say
If you listen to music then you should know that O. fused it
In a matter where he speaks how the streets it

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

A product of my environment, narcotics and
the content, but my intent is
To these 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 won't change us
Let the be told, you think O will be over here

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