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,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit writers sick of all this 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.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
this building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills 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 don't feel it then it must be too to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 fucks were too to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders 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 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, half past 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait 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,
in my court but I'm scared 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 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 till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of you would swear Jaws 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, Jimmy keep 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,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna hear my
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...