Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

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