Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My like one great big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
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, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't feel it it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, I'm make your hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm make you me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and no one out their mind as me,
You need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a to this trade?
Sign that I'll 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 a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An MC's dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...