Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall 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,
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 to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel 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 stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't feel it it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear 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 you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their 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 express how I'm 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,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
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 comes something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw 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 spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to finally hit a boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...