Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

[J Cole - 1]
I hit the weed I myself the last time would be my last
I dont trust my own n-ggas now my mind fast
got my up on the gas, got a hundred 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 surely
Ill be next to my brother in the cell no for me
man let me out send me back to bitches that Purdy (pretty)
and all I gotta do is call once and be all ready
yeah cant you tell im goin thru hell
I dont even open my
Im in the shower with on the towel
I need
bad bitches all on the prowl they need
p-ssy running they mouth but we aint flinching
they names aint even
I got dreams bigger then your whole
You n-ggas so broke but yet somehow you so green
I its envy, started 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 outside boy
f-ck an umbrella, banging outside boy
they guns bell a n-gga
of telling n-ggas thats a cease rest in peace
we tired of only just a peace
and f-ck policing, they n-ggas whats the reason
his daughter and she f-cking freezing
so no wonder why he f-cking
they out here bussin leavin stuck in bleedin on the flo
bullets wet you a semen on a hoe
breathing man I inhale
one day you tryna make rent, day you in jail
knows he meant well
so I take the and write like a pen pal
Some shit darker than the tints up on the windshield
to sinville where n-ggas on base
sh-t is looking an infield
as a Sprint bill
what you think, thats the why this ink in my pen kills
phoney n-ggas 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 shine
All he ever is paintin pictures of crime
Tellin stories of pain, paintin of dope
Bitch if you listen Im paintin pictures of
That boy in class embarrassed he broke
Hopin the day he wont be the butt of jokes
See me; I lived it all from and trailer
Worried about my mother and never my neighbors
To middle-class a backyard and my own room
To bein the black kid in my homeroom
academically and followed my own rules
Was runnin the streets hey ma Ill be home
Was out chasin hos, was out
Them wasnt ballin but yet they was foul shootin
So meet the newest role model who dont know how to fake sh-t
sold 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 been so long, Ive been from you
But you gotta worry bout the thangs I do
Its hard but the thought of you would my pain
Girl I promise they gon our name
seen you smile in awhile
But I been bout you