Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of
Every time I go to get up I just fall in
My life's like one great big ball of
If I could just, put it all into all I
Instead of tryin to swallow it
of starin at this wall and shit
While I sit writer's block, sick of all shit
call it, shit

All I know is I'm about to hit the
If I have to see another one of alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, it
I ain't dealin with another fuckin
I'm like a skillet until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this buildin up, I've sealed enough
My cup, runneth over, I filled it up
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to
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 finds me is gonna get a fee
Out this world, no one out there mind as me
You need piece of mind? 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 just sometimes, always me
How dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then half three

This rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my again
Stuck in this slum, can't of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here somethin
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit out
I'm now, thought 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 slave to trade?
out of spit to the grave
Real 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 in me to finally hit a
boilin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em
They me, see me and shake like a chainlink fence
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin
By the way they're runnin, you would the law was comin
It's now or never and 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 back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' my voice
'Til you of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I half a lung
If I had half a I'd grab it - Rabbit, run