Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

[J - Verse 1]
I hit the weed I told the last time would be my last
I trust my own n-ggas 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 stopping for their ass
boy you know my Ls dirty if stop me Im goin to jail surely
Ill be to my brother 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 call and shell be all ready
yeah buddy cant you tell im goin hell
I dont open my mail
Im in the with soap on the towel
I cleansing
bad bitches all on the prowl they Benzes
p-ssy n-ggas running they but we aint flinching
they names aint even
I got dreams bigger then whole team
You n-ggas so broke but yet you seem so green
I guess its envy, started with a penny now im getting plenty

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
f-ck an umbrella, banging outside boy
they guns bell a n-gga
tired of n-ggas thats a cease rest in peace
we tired of having 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 here bussin leavin n-ggas stuck in on the flo
bullets wet you a semen on a hoe
slow man I inhale
one day you make rent, next day you in jail
lord he meant well
so I the pencil and write like a pen pal
Some shit thats darker the tints up on the windshield
welcome to sinville where n-ggas on
sh-t is looking like an
high as a Sprint
what you think, thats the reason why this ink in my pen
n-ggas until they 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 n-ggas
Cole the wrong one bringin the city
All he doin is paintin pictures of crime
Tellin stories of pain, paintin pictures of
if you listen Im paintin pictures of hope
That boy in embarrassed because he broke
the day he wont be the butt of somebodys jokes
See me; I it all from dirt-poorin and trailer
Worried about my mother and never my neighbors
To middle-class with a backyard and my own
To bein the black kid in my homeroom
academically gifted and my own rules
Was runnin the hey ma Ill be home soon
Was out chasin hos, was out
Them wasnt ballin but yet they was foul shootin
So the newest role model who dont know how to fake this sh-t
Never sold a rock and look I made it

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 been gone 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 in awhile
But I dreamin bout you