Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I feel 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,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
I sit writers block sick 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.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've sealed enough,
My cup runneth and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
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,
Feel to touch, I'm about to 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 ain't to late to see,
What you minded fucks 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 need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find 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 strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This half ass rhyme 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,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble 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 scared to it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
me to flip 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 hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
hate 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 I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you would 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 back baby I just got to beat clock,
Fuck this clock, 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 hear my
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...