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 fall in piss,
My like one great big ball of shit,
If I could 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 one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you 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 cause you me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
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, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm 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 boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way they running you swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...