Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna 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 just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to 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 here 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, I'm make your hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell 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 fucks were too blind to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here's a 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 strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that 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 to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to 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 here till I get
For me to finally hit a boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain 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 you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...