Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
I sit writers block 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.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make your sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a 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 get a finders fee,
Out world 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 find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then 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 this off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw 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 to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
me to flip 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 hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they hate me, see me and like 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 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 think he's honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a 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 hear my
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...