Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and call it
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 tryina it
Instead of starin' at this and shit
While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit
, Call it Shit!
All I know is I'm 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 with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can fill it up
Blow this buliding up, I've been enough
My cup runith I done filled it up
The pen and bust, ink spills my guts!
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' my rush
If you don't it, then it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im about to shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma your hair sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you me, Cuz you ain't me
You , it ain't too late for you to finally see
you close-minded fucks 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? Here's a piece of
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its sometimes is always me
How can these hallways be
The strikes midnight
1, 2, then passed 3
This rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I could just get the of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the 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 ? Sign not to spit to the grave
enough to rowl 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 oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed
And MC's worst dream, I make tensed, they hate me
See me and like a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin
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 baby, I just gotta beat this clock
this clock! Imma make them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win 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 gotta scream till I have half a
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Run!