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 could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
this building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled 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 it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to 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 ain't to late to see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a 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 don't always find the 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 rhyme with this half ass of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had 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?
that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to 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 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 you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing 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 pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...