Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna 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 big ball 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,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing with another 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 explodes and busts, ink spills my
You all I do is stand here 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 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 close minded were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a 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 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 these be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured 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 that I'll 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 till 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 like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the of them you would swear I'm sawing 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 he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to 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 come
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 scream till I half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...