Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I wanna up and call it quits
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in
My life's like one great big of shit!
If I could, just put it all all I spit
of always tryina swallow it
Instead of at this wall and shit
I sit writer's block , sick of all this shit
Can't , it Shit!
All I know is I'm about to hit the
If I ever to see another one of Mom's alcaholic fits
is it last straw
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' another fuckin' politic
I'm a skillet bubblin', until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can fill it buildin' up
this buliding up, I've been sealed enough
My cup runith over I done it up
The pen and bust, ink spills my guts!
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts
Well.. show you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't feel it, it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, Imma you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You , it ain't too late for you to finally see
you close-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a fee
Out this world, ain't no one out mind as me
You need of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I always find the words to rhyme
To how I'm really feeling at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just is always me
How can these hallways be
The clock midnight
1, 2, half passed 3
half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest,
Stuck in slump, Can't think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit out
I'm out, thought I figured it out
Balls in my court but I'm scared to it out
I'm afraid, but why am I Why am I a slave
To this Trade ? Sign not to spit to the
Real enough to you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith a quitter
Imma sitter till I get finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get
And MC's dream, I make them tensed, they hate me
See me and like a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would swear Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im sawin
By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was
Its now or never, And tonight is all or
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said he'd be
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat this
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I my nitch, You gonna fear my voice
Till your of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream I have half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Run!