Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I feel 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,
Instead I try to swallow it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers 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.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup runneth and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make your sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm make you hate me you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
What you close minded were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out this world and no one out their mind as me,
You need peace 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 feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of shit off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm now, thought I had figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to trade?
Sign I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make them
they hate me, see me and like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you would the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
Don't 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 of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...