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,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
While I sit writers block of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can 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 and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't 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,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it to late to finally see,
What you close fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need 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 feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half 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, think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm now, thought I had figured 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 to this trade?
Sign 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 ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's dream: I make them 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 swear I'm someone,
By the way running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
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 scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...