Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays I wanna up and call it quits
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up I fall in pits
My life's one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all into all I
of always tryina swallow it
Instead of starin' at this and shit
While I sit writer's block , sick of all this
Can't , it Shit!
All I know is I'm to hit the wall
If I ever have to see another one of Mom's fits
This is it straw
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' with fuckin' politic
I'm like a bubblin', until it filters up
I'm about to it, I can fill it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, I've been enough
My cup runith over I filled it up
The pen explodes and bust, ink my guts!
You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well.. Imma show you what, You gon' my rush
If you don't feel it, then it must be too to touch
Build the dutch, Im to tear shit up
Goosebumps, Yea Imma make your sit up, Yea sit up
Imma tell you who I be, make you hate me, Cuz you ain't me
You wait , it too late for you to finally see
you close-minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a fee
Out this world, ain't no one out they as me
You need piece of mind? a piece of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just is always me
How dark can these be
The clock midnight
1, 2, then half 3
This rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I could just get the rest of shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't of nothing
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not good enough, it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and the shit out
I'm fizzling out, thought I it out
Balls in my court but I'm scared to it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a
To this ? Sign not to spit to the grave
Real enough to rowl you up, me to flip it? I can rip it
any style you want. Imma switch hitter bitch Jimmy Smith a quitter
Imma sitter I get enough finally hit a fucking boiling point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch come get
And MC's dream, I make them tensed, they hate me
See me and shake like a fence
By the looks of em you would swear that was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im someone
By the way they runnin', you could swear the law was coming
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I don't think he's
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make them Eat watch
Don't believe me Watch! win this race
And come back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I found my nitch, You gonna my voice
Till your SICK of it you ain't have a choice
If I gotta scream till I half a lung
If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Run!