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 fall in piss,
My life's like one big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth 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 gonna my rush,
You don't feel it then it must be too to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 late to see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well 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 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 get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit 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 trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
Want me to it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to hit a fucking 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 chain fence,
By the looks of them you would swear 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 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 beat clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a 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 gonna a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...