Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

[J Cole - 1]
I hit the weed I told myself the last time would be my
I dont trust my own now my mind racing fast
got my foot up on the gas, got a on the dash
if the police run up on me I aint stopping for ass
boy you know my Ls dirty if they stop me Im goin to jail
Ill be next to my in the cell no bail for me
man let me out send me back to bitches that smell (pretty)
and all I gotta do is once and shell be all ready
yeah buddy cant you tell im thru hell
I dont even open my
Im in the shower with on the towel
I cleansing
bad bitches all on the they need Benzes
p-ssy n-ggas running mouth but we aint flinching
they aint even mentioned
I got dreams then your whole team
You n-ggas so broke but yet somehow you so green
I guess its envy, with 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 raining boy
an umbrella, n-ggas banging outside boy
they guns dumb bell a
tired of telling n-ggas thats a rest in peace
we tired of only having a peace
and f-ck policing, they killing n-ggas whats the
his daughter starving and she freezing
so no wonder why he squeezing
they out here leavin n-ggas stuck in bleedin on the flo
wet you like a semen on a hoe
breathing man I inhale
one day you tryna make rent, day you in jail
lord knows he well
so I the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit thats than the tints up on the windshield
to sinville where n-ggas on base
sh-t is looking like an
high as a Sprint
what you think, thats the reason why this ink in my pen
phoney n-ggas until are extinct, b-tch Ive been 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 ever doin is paintin of crime
Tellin stories of pain, pictures of dope
Bitch if you listen Im paintin of hope
That boy in class because he broke
Hopin the day he wont be the of somebodys jokes
See me; I it all from dirt-poorin and trailer
about my mother and never trustin my neighbors
To middle-class with a and my own room
To the only black kid in my homeroom
gifted and followed my own rules
Was runnin the streets hey ma Ill be home
Was out hos, was out hoopin
Them wasnt ballin but yet they was foul shootin
So meet the newest role model who dont know how to fake sh-t
Never a rock and look 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 so long, Ive been gone from you
But you aint gotta worry bout the I do
Its hard but the of you would ease my pain
Girl I promise they gon our name
Aint seen you smile in
But I been bout you