Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's 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 wall and shit,
While I sit writers block of all this 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.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You feel it then it must be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm you hate me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded were too blind to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their as me,
You need peace of mind, 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,
sometimes, Its always me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could 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, thought I had 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 this
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 till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way they running you would the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to 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 come
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...