Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and call it
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in
My life's like one great big ball of
If I just, put it all into all I spit
Instead of always tryin to it
Instead of starin at 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 to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up
Blow this buildin up, been sealed enough
My cup, runneth over, I done it up
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my
Well show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to shit up
Goosebumps yea, make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma you who I be
I'ma make you me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too to finally see
What you closed-minded fucks too blind to see

Whoever me is gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, no one out there mind as me
You piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a
But sometimes I always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes
It's sometimes, it's always me
How dark can these be?
The clock midnight, one-two, then half past three

This half-assed rhyme this half-assed piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest
Stuck in this slum, can't think of
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here somethin
Nope, it's not good enough, it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm fizzlin now, I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I
Why am I a to this trade?
Signed out of to the grave
Real enough to you up
Want me to it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to hit a
Fuckin boilin point, put oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I 'em tense
They hate me, see me and like a chainlink fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you would swear the law was
now or never and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this
Don't believe me watch, I'ma win this
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face,
I found my nitch, you gon' hear my
'Til you sick of it, you ain't have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have a lung
If I had half a I'd grab it - Rabbit, run