Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all into all I
Instead of always swallow it
Instead of starin' at this and shit
While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit
Can't , it Shit!
All I know is I'm to hit the wall
If I ever have to see one of Mom's alcaholic fits
This is it straw
all, That's it
I ain't dealin' with another politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', it filters up
I'm about to it, I can fill it buildin' up
this buliding up, I've been sealed enough
My cup over I done 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 feel 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, Imma make you me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it too late for you to finally see
What you close-minded fucks too blind to see
Whoever finds me is get a finders fee
Out this world, no one out they mind as me
You need 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 really feeling at time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its sometimes is always me
How can these hallways be
The strikes midnight
1, 2, then half 3
This half-ass rhyme, with 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 Here comes something, No!
Its not good enough, it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm fizzling out, I figured it out
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a
To this Trade ? Sign not to spit to the
Real enough to rowl you up, Want me to it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy aint a quitter
sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get
And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they me
See me and shake like a fence
By the looks of em you swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you swear that the law was coming
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's
I'll be back baby, I just gotta this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win race
And Imma come and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I my nitch, You gonna fear my voice
Till your SICK of it you gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll it, Rabbit Run!