Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I fall in piss
My life's like one great big ball of
If I could just, put it all all I spit
Instead of always to swallow it
Instead of starin at this and shit
While I sit block, sick of all this shit
call it, shit

All I is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcholic
This is it, straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin with fuckin politic
I'm a skillet bubbling until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it buildin up
this buildin up, I've been sealed enough
My cup, over, I done filled it up
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and my nuts?
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' my rush
You feel it, then it must be too real to touch
the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma you who I be
I'ma you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to see
you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see

Whoever finds me is get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out there as me
You need piece of Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a
But sometimes I don't find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feelin at time
Yea sometimes sometimes
It's sometimes, it's always me
How dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, then past three

This half-assed with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I can just get the rest of the shit off my chest
Stuck in slum, can't think of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, here comes
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm fizzlin now, I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to it out
I'm afraid, but why am I
Why am I a to this trade?
out of spit to the grave
Real to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any you want
I'm a switch bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit I get enough in me to finally hit a
Fuckin boilin point, put some oil in joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get
An MC's worst dream, I 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a chainlink
By the looks of 'em, you would swear their was comin
By the screams of 'em, you swear I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you swear the law was comin
It's now or never and is all or nothin
Momma keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest
I'll be back baby, I gotta beat this clock
Fuck this clock, make 'em eat this watch
Don't believe me watch, win this race
And come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' hear my
'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a
If I gotta 'til I have half a lung
If I had half a I'd grab it - Rabbit, run