Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I wanna up and call it quits
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in
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 at this wall 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 one of Mom's alcaholic fits
This is it last
That's all, it
I ain't with another fuckin' 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 runith I done filled it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' my rush
If you don't feel it, then it must be too to touch
Build the dutch, Im about to shit 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 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 of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always find the words to
To express how I'm really at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just sometimes is 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 just get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in slump, Can't think 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 fizzling out, thought I it out
Balls in my but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I Why am I a slave
To this Trade ? not to spit to the grave
Real enough to rowl you up, Want me to it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Smith aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get 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 fence
By the looks of em you would swear that Jaws was
By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin
By the way they runnin', you could swear 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 think honest
I'll be back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! make them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win race
And Imma come and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You gonna fear my
Till your SICK of it you gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a
If I half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit Run!