Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at 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.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another 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 and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make your 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 fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find the words to rhyme,
To how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with this ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to 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 I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and 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 running you would the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck 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 hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...