Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's like one big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
call 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, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
this building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and 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 gonna my rush,
You don't it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it to late to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their as me,
You need peace of mind, well a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's dream: I make them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would I'm sawing someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...