Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

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

Somethin' that good, to try to back at me with
What you gon' do, try to out-rap me that happy shit?
You motherfuckers me up
Talkin' bout you 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' Castor Claw jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you throw some fear in me?
You I'm dumb enough to roll 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 supposed to be scarin' 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 my flow's so sick, this 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 could 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 than I would, or hit you with
when I'm sippin' on this liquor and tonic

One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your 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 from the motherfuckin'
Sticker that's on it; I'm sick of the
Shit is ridiculous and I to let it get to this point
Where I'ma let you sit on my conscience, I'm gone bitch,

I'm bitch
Shady Records motherfucker, we gone
I said we gone bitch, so 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 seen overseas, he's not a prototype

Nobody's protege, Em only O. the way
Fuck the media say
If you listen to music then you should know O. Trice fused it
In a matter where he speaks how the streets 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 boys in vans
Do the knowledge, and try to comprehend
Hand of contraband

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

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