Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

KaySlay, yeah, yo
Drama King,
it out, check it out, O.Trice
Shady Records nigga, it's goin' 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 charge the mic, and I hope you got the to fight
'Cause you gon' 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 out-rap me with that 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 Castor Claw tryna jack me off
You think I'm What you tryna throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to roll no security?

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

And he knows 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 think he the severity
Of what it could escalate to or that it could so seriously
If I go

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

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

I'm gone
Records motherfucker, we gone bitch
I said we gone bitch, so 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"
Trice, sho' you right
He done seen overseas, not a prototype

Nobody's protege, Em only O. the way
Fuck the media say
If you listen to music you should know that 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 influenced by the in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran from in vans
Do the knowledge, and try to comprehend
Hand 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 accusations won't change us
Let the truth be told, you think O be over here

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