Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks
Every time I go to get up I fall in piss
My life's one great big ball of shit
If I could just, put it all all I spit
Instead of always tryin to it
Instead of starin at this and shit
While I sit writer's block, of all this 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
This is it, last straw, that's all, it
I ain't dealin another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it buildin up
this buildin up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think, all I do is stand and feel my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' my rush
You don't feel it, then it must be too real to
the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma your hair sit up
Yea sit up, tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you me
You wait, it ain't too to finally see
What you closed-minded were too blind to see

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

This half-assed rhyme with this piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I can just get the of the shit off my chest 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 this
out of spit to the grave
Real enough to you up
me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit I get enough in me to finally hit a
Fuckin point, put some oil in your joints
the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An worst dream, I make 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their 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 and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma 'em eat this watch
believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
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 chance I'd it - Rabbit, run