Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and it quits
I like I'm surrounded 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 all I spit
Instead of always swallow it
Instead of starin' at wall 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
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' another fuckin' politic
I'm like a bubblin', until it filters up
I'm about to 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 and bust, ink spills my guts!
You think all I do is 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
Build the dutch, Im about to tear up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your sit up, Yea sit up
Imma you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it ain't too late for you to see
What you close-minded fucks were too to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a 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 at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just is always me
How can these hallways be
The clock midnight
1, 2, then half 3
This half-ass rhyme, with half-ass piece of paper
I'm at my desk
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 Here something, No!
Its not good enough, it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the 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 this Trade ? Sign not to to the grave
Real enough to you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a
Imma sitter 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 tensed, they hate me
See me and shake like a Chainlink
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 could swear the law was coming
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's
be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! win this race
And Imma come back and rub my shit on face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You fear my voice
your SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I half a lung
If I half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!