Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks
I go to get up I just fall in pits
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, put it all into all I spit
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 is I'm about to hit the wall
If I ever have to see another one of alcaholic fits
This is it last
all, That's it
I dealin' with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've been enough
My cup runith over I 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 gon' my rush
If you don't feel it, 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
Imma tell you who I be, make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it ain't too 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, ain't no one out they as me
You need piece of mind? Here's a piece of
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just sometimes is me
How dark can these be
The clock strikes
1, 2, then half 3
This half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of
I'm desperate at my
If I could just get the rest of this off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here something, No!
Its not enough, scribble 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 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 rowl you up, me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling
Put oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get destroyed
And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they me
See me and shake like a fence
By the of em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im someone
By the way they runnin', you swear that the law was coming
Its now or never, And tonight is all or
Momma, Jimmy keeps on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come back and rub my on your 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 I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll it, Rabbit Run!