Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I just wanna up and call it
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I just fall in
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all into all I
of always tryina swallow it
Instead of starin' at this wall and
While I sit writer's block , sick of all shit
Can't , it Shit!
All I is I'm about to hit the wall
If I ever have to see another one of alcaholic fits
This is it last
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' with another politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', it filters up
I'm about to it, I can fill it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've sealed enough
My cup runith I done filled it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You feel my rush
If you don't feel it, it must be too real to touch
Build the dutch, Im about to shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it ain't too for you to finally see
What you fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a fee
Out world, ain't no one out they mind as me
You need of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always find the words to
To express how I'm really at that time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just sometimes is me
How dark can these be
The clock midnight
1, 2, then half 3
half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest,
in this slump, Can't think of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait Here something, No!
Its not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm out, thought I figured it out
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I Why am I a slave
To this Trade ? not to spit to the grave
Real to rowl you up, Want me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get
And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, hate me
See me and like a Chainlink fence
By the looks of em you would swear that was coming
By the screams of them you would Im sawin someone
By the way they runnin', you could that the law was coming
Its now or never, And tonight is all or
Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, He said be back
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just beat this clock
Fuck this clock! Imma them Eat this watch
Don't believe me Watch! Imma win this
And Imma come back and rub my shit on face, Bitch!
I my nitch, You gonna fear my voice
Till your of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll it, Rabbit Run!