Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I 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,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until 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 over and 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 you what, you gonna 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, I'm make your hair 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 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 really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had 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 to this trade?
Sign I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to finally hit a boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain fence,
By the looks of them you would swear 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 tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...