Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of
Every time I go to get up I fall in piss
My like one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all into all I
Instead of always to swallow it
Instead of starin at this wall and
I sit writer's block, sick of all this shit
Can't call it,

All I know is I'm to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's fits
This is it, straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't with another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it buildin up
Blow this up, I've been 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 feel my
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my
You feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm about to tear up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma 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 too late to finally see
What you closed-minded fucks were too to see

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

This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my again
Stuck in this slum, think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here somethin
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the 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 this
out of spit to the grave
Real to rill you up
me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to hit a
Fuckin boilin point, put some oil in your
Flip the bitch, come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em
They hate me, see me and shake 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 swear the law was
It's now or never and is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy leavin on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think honest
I'll be baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat watch
believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I my nitch, you gon' hear my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna a choice
If I gotta scream I have half a lung
If I had half a chance I'd it - Rabbit, run