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 life's one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
Can't it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, 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 up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup over 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 feel it then it be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm you hate me cause you ain't 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 world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To how I'm really 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 with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit 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 slave to this
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 here I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put some oil in joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear 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 keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a 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 hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...