Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Gone

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

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

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

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

I'm doin' my best to try to maturity
But don't sit there and stare at me hoes and sneer at me
Like supposed 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 flow's so sick, hoe's on my dick
And he's so sick of hearin' me, my posters is at him
But I think he knows the severity
Of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so
If I go

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

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

I'm bitch
Shady motherfucker, we gone bitch
I said we gone bitch, so bitch
Catch up if you can, we on bitch

Now who you know to Kyoto, Tokyo
Off of one debut, screamin', "I'm in yo"
Obie Trice, you right
He done seen overseas, not a prototype

Nobody's protege, Em showed O. the way
Fuck the media say
If you listen to music then you should know that O. fused it
In a where he speaks how the streets views it

Choose, to translate it the art of music
And started usin' it reachin' the youth by the truth in it
And as a boy, a man, I ran from in vans
Do the knowledge, and try to comprehend
full of contraband

A product of my environment, narcotics and
Inspires the content, but my is
To retire tired-ass writers in silence
'Cause haters they hate us 'cause Shady became
And claimed the rap game when they thought be nameless
But accusations won't change us
Let the truth be told, you think O be over here

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