Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I fall in pits
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all into all I
Instead of always tryina it
Instead of starin' at wall and shit
While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit
Can't , it Shit!
All I is I'm about to hit the wall
If I ever have to see another one of Mom's fits
This is it last
all, That's it
I ain't dealin' with another fuckin'
I'm like a bubblin', until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've been sealed
My cup runith over I filled it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' my rush
If you don't feel it, then it must be too real to
the dutch, Im about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make hair sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it too late for you to finally see
What you close-minded fucks were too to see
finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world, ain't no one out they as me
You piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always find the words to
To express how I'm feeling at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just sometimes is me
How dark can hallways be
The strikes midnight
1, 2, then passed 3
half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I could get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't think of
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and the shit out
I'm out, thought I figured it out
Balls in my but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a
To Trade ? Sign not to spit to the grave
Real enough to you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter Jimmy Smith aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch get destroyed
And worst dream, I make them tensed, they hate me
See me and shake a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would swear Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im someone
By the way runnin', you could swear that the law was coming
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy keeps on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make Eat this watch
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my on your face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You gonna my voice
Till your SICK of it you ain't have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a
If I have half a chance, I'll it, Rabbit Run!