Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna 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 like one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled 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 then it 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 make you hate me you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit 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 slave to trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to you up,
me to flip 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 boiling 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 you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...