Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
I go to get up I just fall in piss,
My life's one great big ball 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 of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up,
Blow building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel 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 your hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you hate me you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out their as me,
You need peace of mind, well a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, 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 shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
smith 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,
Flip the coin come get destroyed,
An MC's dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the of them you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way running you would swear 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 don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...