Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I like 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 try to swallow it,
Instead of at this wall 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 have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I ain't with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow this up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm your hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm you hate me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you minded fucks were too blind to see,
finds 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 always find the to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling 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 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,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm now, thought I had figured it out,
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real to rattle you up,
Want me to it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link 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 you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a 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 gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...