Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

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