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,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's like one big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers sick of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this building up, I've 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 you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don't feel it 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 you hate me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out this 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 really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm now, thought I had figured it out,
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a to this trade?
that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make them
hate me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way they running you swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
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 chance I grab it, run...