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,
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 always try to it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers sick of all this shit,
call 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 ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled 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 show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it must be too to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear 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 cause you me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
What you minded fucks were 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 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 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 half ass rhyme with this ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble 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,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking 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 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 said be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...