Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's like one great big 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 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 like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled 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 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 make your 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 world and ain't no one out their as me,
You need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with 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 good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured 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,
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 I get enough
For me to finally hit a boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make them
they hate me, see me and shake like a link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear 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 never is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat 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 hear my
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I gotta scream till I half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...