Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

KaySlay, yeah, yo
Drama King,
Check it out, it out, O.Trice
Records nigga, it's 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 ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the
And the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight
'Cause you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the to write

Somethin' that good, to try to come at me with
What you gon' do, try to 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 like fuckin' Castor tryna jack me off
You I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb to roll with no security?

I'm my best to try to show maturity
But don't sit and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me
Like it's supposed to be me
Like I won't leap clean over fuckin' V.I.P. rope and throw this chair
At anyone close or me tryna approach me physically
he don't spit lyrically

And he knows that my flow's so sick, hoe's on my dick
And he's so of hearin' me, my posters is starin' at him
But I think he knows the severity
Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so
If I go

I guarantee there's no one in here
That resort like a childhood
Any than I would, or hit you with plywood
Especially when I'm sippin' on liquor and tonic

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

I'm gone
Shady Records motherfucker, we gone
I said we bitch, so long bitch
up if you can, we movin' 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 showed O. the way
Fuck what the say
If you listen to music then you should know O. Trice fused it
In a where he speaks how the streets views it

Choose, to it through 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
full of contraband

A product of my environment, and violence
Inspires the content, but my is
To retire tired-ass writers in silence
'Cause they hate us 'cause Shady became famous
And claimed the rap game when thought he'd be nameless
But racist accusations change us
Let the truth be told, you O will be over here

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