Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's like one big ball 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 another one of alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow this building up, I've sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills 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 it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm you hate me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
you close minded fucks were too blind 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 find the to rhyme,
To how I'm really 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 half ass rhyme with this ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that 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 trade?
Sign that I'll to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you would the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
Fuck this clock, make them eat this watch,
Don't 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 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...