Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's like one great big 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 have to see one of mom's alcoholic fits.
is it, last 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 it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, I'm make 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 this world and no one out their mind as me,
You need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the to rhyme,
To how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in 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 fizzling now, thought I had it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
Sign that spit to the grave, real 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 till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they hate me, see me and like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would 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 leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear 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 a chance I grab it, rabbit run...