Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

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

All I is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's fits
This is it, last straw, all, that's it
I ain't with another 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, I've been enough
My cup, over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my
Well show you what, you gon' feel my rush
You don't it, then it must be too real to touch
the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to see
What you closed-minded were too blind to see

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

This half-assed rhyme this half-assed piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I can get the rest of the shit off my chest again
in this slum, can't think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin now, thought I it out
in my court, but I'm scared 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 Smith ain't a
I'ma sit until I get in me to finally hit a
Fuckin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em
They hate me, see me and like a chainlink fence
By the of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin
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 back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' my voice
'Til you sick of it, you gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have a lung
If I had half a chance I'd it - Rabbit, run