Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded 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 always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about 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 like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it must be too to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make your sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm make you hate me you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
What you minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well here's a of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, 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 that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured 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 to this trade?
Sign that spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to hit a fucking boiling 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 shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...