Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I like 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 just put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
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 it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm your hair 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 ain't to to finally see,
What you close minded fucks too blind to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, 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 at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The strikes 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 could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm now, thought 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 slave to this
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a link fence,
By the looks of you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way they running you would the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think 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 in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...