Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I 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,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, 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 over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is here and feel 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 about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you hate me you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded fucks 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 find the words to rhyme,
To how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece 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, Cant of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had 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 I'll spit to the grave, real enough to 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 finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they hate me, see me and like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would 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 on us, he said he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...