Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I fall in piss
My life's like one big ball of shit
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 this
call it, shit

All I know is I'm about to hit the
If I to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, it
I ain't dealin with fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up
Blow this buildin up, I've been enough
My cup, runneth over, I filled it up
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is here and feel my nuts?
Well show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't feel it, then it be too real to touch
the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too to finally see
you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see

Whoever finds me is get a finder's fee
Out world, ain't no one out there mind as me
You piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I a line
But I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm feelin at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes
just sometimes, it's always me
How dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half three

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