Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just up and call it quits
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I just in pits
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, put it all into all I spit
Instead of tryina swallow it
Instead of starin' at this and shit
While I sit writer's , sick of all this shit
, Call it Shit!
All I is I'm about 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 dealin' with another fuckin'
I'm a skillet bubblin', until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can fill it up
Blow this buliding up, I've sealed enough
My cup runith over I filled it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't it, then it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make hair sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, Imma make you hate me, Cuz you me
You wait , it too late for you to finally see
What you close-minded were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a fee
Out this world, no one out they mind as me
You need of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm feeling at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just is always me
How dark can these be
The strikes midnight
1, 2, half passed 3
This rhyme, with this 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 this slump, Can't think of
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit 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 Why am I a slave
To this Trade ? not to spit to the grave
Real enough to rowl you up, me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a quitter
Imma sitter I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch get destroyed
And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, hate me
See me and shake a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would swear that was coming
By the of them you would swear Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be
He pinky promised, I don't think he's
be back baby, I just gotta 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 my nitch, You gonna fear my voice
Till your of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta till I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll it, Rabbit Run!