Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

KaySlay, yeah, yo
King, yeah
Check it out, it out, O.Trice
Shady Records nigga, goin' down once again' boy
It's just a scratch man, go Em

I murder this inc as soon as I the page
You ain't gon' no other choice but to rush the stage
And charge the mic, and I you got the heart to fight
'Cause you gon' have to, 'cause you ain't got the to write

that good, to try to come back at me with
What you gon' do, try to out-rap me that happy shit?
You motherfuckers me up
Talkin' bout you gonna me up, y'all won't even back me up

Throw up your paws, you can't even scratch me hard
like fuckin' Castor Claw tryna jack me off
You I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me?
You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no

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

And he knows that my so sick, this hoe's on my dick
And he's so sick of me, my posters is starin' at him
But I don't he knows the severity
Of what it could escalate to or that it grow so seriously
If I go

'Cause I guarantee there's no one in
That resort like a childhood
Any quicker than I would, or hit you with
Especially when I'm sippin' on this liquor and

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

I'm bitch
Shady 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"
Obie Trice, sho' you
He seen overseas, he's not a prototype

protege, Em only showed O. the way
Fuck what the say
If you listen to music then you should know O. Trice fused it
In a matter where he how the streets views it

Choose, to translate it the art of music
And started usin' it the youth influenced by the truth in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran boys in vans
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to
Hand of contraband

A product of my environment, and violence
Inspires the content, but my is
To retire these tired-ass in silence
'Cause haters they hate us 'cause Shady famous
And claimed the rap game when they he'd be nameless
But racist won't change us
Let the truth be told, you O will be over here

Like, "Massa, 'em you got soul", no
Anybody knows us this not how we roll
So, I still the bucket
If I trust it I wouldn't fuck with it
But fuck it, I'm gone