Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

I murder inc as soon as I touch the page
You gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage
And the mic, and I hope 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 come back at me
What you gon' do, try to me with that happy shit?
You motherfuckers me up
bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws, you pussies even scratch me hard
It's like Castor Claw tryna jack me off
You think I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some in me?
You I'm dumb enough to roll with no security?

I'm doin' my best to try to maturity
But don't sit there and stare at me like 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 this chair
At anyone close or near me tryna me physically
'Cause he don't spit

And he knows that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my
And he's so of hearin' me, my posters is starin' 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 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 dark that it'll a scar so big
You'll be able to read a label from the
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 Records motherfucker, we gone
I said we gone bitch, so long
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, not a prototype

Nobody's protege, Em showed O. the way
what 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 youth by the truth in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to
Hand full of

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 when they thought he'd be nameless
But racist accusations won't us
Let the truth be told, you O will be over here

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