Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at 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 to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth 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 feel it then it be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you hate me cause you me,
You wait, it to late to finally see,
What you close fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You peace 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 at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to trade?
Sign that 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,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a 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 of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the of them 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, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat 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 in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...