Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

[J Cole - 1]
I hit the weed I told the last time would be my last
I dont trust my own n-ggas now my mind racing
got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the
if the police run up on me I stopping for their ass
boy you know my Ls dirty if they stop me Im goin to jail
Ill be next to my brother in the cell no for me
man let me out send me back to bitches smell Purdy (pretty)
and all I gotta do is call and shell be all ready
yeah buddy cant you im goin thru hell
I dont open my mail
Im in the shower with soap on the
I cleansing
bad bitches all on the prowl they need
p-ssy running they mouth but we aint flinching
names aint even mentioned
I got dreams bigger then whole team
You n-ggas so broke but yet you seem so green
I guess its envy, started a penny now im getting plenty money

one for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
two for you
hey

[J - Verse 2]
Look kid, its outside boy
f-ck an umbrella, n-ggas outside boy
they guns dumb a n-gga
tired of telling n-ggas thats a cease in peace
we tired of only just a peace
and f-ck policing, killing n-ggas whats the reason
his daughter and she f-cking freezing
so no wonder why he squeezing
they out bussin leavin n-ggas stuck in bleedin on the flo
bullets wet you like a on a hoe
breathing slow man I
one day you tryna rent, next day you in jail
lord knows he meant
so I take the and write like a pen pal
Some shit darker than the tints up on the windshield
welcome to where n-ggas on base
sh-t is like an infield
as a Sprint bill
what you think, thats the reason why ink in my pen kills
phoney n-ggas until they are extinct, b-tch Ive real

one for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
two for you
hey

3]
The more sayin
Cole the wrong one bringin the city
All he doin is paintin pictures of crime
Tellin stories of pain, paintin pictures of
Bitch if you Im paintin pictures of hope
That boy in class because he broke
Hopin the day he wont be the butt of jokes
See me; I lived it all from and trailer
Worried about my and never trustin my neighbors
To middle-class a backyard and my own room
To the only black kid in my homeroom
academically gifted and my own rules
Was the streets hey ma Ill be home soon
Was out chasin hos, was out
n-ggas wasnt ballin but yet they was foul shootin
So meet the newest model who dont know how to fake this sh-t
Never sold a rock and I made it bitch

One for the city, yea
two for you
hey
and one for the city, hey
and two for you
hey

Girl its been so long, Ive gone from you
But you aint gotta bout the thangs I do
Its hard but the of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon know our
Aint you smile in awhile
But I been dreamin you