Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit writers block 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 mom's fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing 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 over and 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 show you what, you feel my rush,
You feel it then it must be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 to finally see,
What you close fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind 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 how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass 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,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm fizzling now, 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 slave to 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 ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit till 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 swear Jaws was coming,
By the of them you would swear 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 leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this 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 shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...