Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and call it
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I fall in pits
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all all I spit
of always tryina swallow it
Instead of at this 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 ever have to see one of Mom's alcaholic fits
is it last straw
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' another fuckin' politic
I'm a skillet bubblin', until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can fill it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've sealed enough
My cup runith over I done it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts
Well.. show you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't feel it, it must be too real to touch
the dutch, Im about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make hair sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it ain't too for you to finally see
What you fucks were too blind to see
finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world, ain't no one out they as me
You piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its sometimes is always me
How dark can hallways be
The clock midnight
1, 2, then passed 3
half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I could just get the rest of shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm out, thought I figured it out
Balls in my court but I'm scared to it out
I'm afraid, but why am I Why am I a slave
To this Trade ? Sign not to to the grave
enough to rowl you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith aint a
Imma sitter till I get finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get
And MC's worst dream, I make tensed, they hate me
See me and shake like a Chainlink
By the looks of em you would swear that was coming
By the of them you would swear Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you could that the law was coming
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think honest
be back baby, I just gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma them Eat this watch
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma come and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You fear my voice
Till SICK of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have a lung
If I have half a chance, grab it, Rabbit Run!