Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
I always 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 know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
this building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, I'm make 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 to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the 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 strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm now, thought I had figured 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 to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws was coming,
By the of them 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 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,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
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 till I half a lung,
If I half a chance I grab it, rabbit run...