Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
While I sit writers 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.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow this up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear up,
Goosebumps, I'm make your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you hate me cause you me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here's a of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm now, thought I had figured it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a to this trade?
Sign that 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,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
hate me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would 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 don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
believe 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 my voice
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...