Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and it quits
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks
I go to get up I just fall in pits
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 at this wall and shit
While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit
Can't , it Shit!
All I know is I'm about to hit the
If I ever have to see another one of Mom's alcaholic
This is it straw
That's all, it
I ain't with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', 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 I done filled it up
The pen and bust, ink spills my guts!
You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im about to tear up
Goosebumps, Yea make your hair sit up, Yea sit up
tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it too late for you to finally see
What you close-minded were too blind to see
finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world, ain't no one out mind as me
You need piece of Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its sometimes is always me
How can these hallways be
The clock midnight
1, 2, half passed 3
This half-ass rhyme, with half-ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I could just get the 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 enough, scribble it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzling out, I figured it out
Balls in my court but I'm to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a
To this Trade ? not to spit to the grave
enough to rowl you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling
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 Chainlink
By the looks of em you would swear that was coming
By the screams of them you swear Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you swear that the law was coming
Its now or never, And tonight is all or
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest
I'll be baby, I just gotta beat this clock
this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my shit on face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You fear my voice
Till your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a
If I scream till I have half a lung
If I have a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!