Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna 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 like one great big of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow building 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 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,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a 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 close minded fucks were too to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders 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 find the to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a to this trade?
that I'll spit to the grave, real 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 till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you 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 never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...