Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You all I do is stand here and feel 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 tear up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair 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 to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their 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 how I'm really feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, 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 slave to this
Sign that I'll 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,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of them you swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you 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 pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...