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,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My like one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't 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, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink 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 feel it it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their as me,
You peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could get the rest, of this 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 slave to trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, 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 till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make them tense
they 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 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 promised, I don't think he's 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 come
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...