Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
call it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm your 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 to late to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could just get the rest, of shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not 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 to this trade?
Sign I'll spit to the grave, real 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 finally hit a boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a link fence,
By the looks of them you would 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 tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll baby I just got to beat this clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...