Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just 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 is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see one of mom's alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't feel it then it must be too to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair 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 late to see,
What you close minded fucks too blind to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here's a of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find the words to rhyme,
To how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
This half ass rhyme 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 wait here something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
Sign that I'll to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to 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 boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would I'm sawing someone,
By the way running 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,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...