Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I 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,
While I sit writers block 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, last straw, all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
this building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna 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,
Yeah sit up, I'm a 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 were too to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with half 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 slum, Cant think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm now, thought I had figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
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 smith 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 bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they hate me, see me and like 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 they running you swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat 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 of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...