Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just 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 life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow this building up, I've sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink 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 then it be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about 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 me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks too blind to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their as me,
You need 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 dark can hallways be?
The clock 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,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw 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 slave to trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make them
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way running you would swear 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 baby I just got to this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make eat this 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
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...