Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

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

Somethin' that good, to try to come back at me
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 your paws, you can't even scratch me hard
It's fuckin' Castor Claw tryna jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no

I'm doin' my to try to show maturity
But don't sit there and at me like 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 near me approach me physically
'Cause he don't spit

And he that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick
And he's so of hearin' me, my posters is starin' at him
But I don't he knows the severity
Of it could 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
when I'm sippin' on this liquor and tonic

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

I'm gone
Shady Records motherfucker, we gone
I we gone 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, sho' you
He done seen overseas, he's not a

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

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

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

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