Luyện nghe bài hát I Run Rap

Somedays 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 pits
My like one great big ball of shit!
If I could, just put it all into all I
Instead of tryina swallow it
Instead of starin' at this wall and
While I sit writer's , 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 alcaholic fits
is it last straw
That's all, it
I ain't dealin' with fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet bubblin', it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can it buildin' up
Blow this buliding up, been sealed enough
My cup runith over I done it up
The pen and bust, ink spills my guts!
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts
Well.. show you what, You gon' feel my rush
If you don't feel it, it must be too real to touch
the dutch, Im about 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
What you close-minded fucks were too to see
Whoever finds me is get a finders fee
Out this world, ain't no one out they as me
You need piece of mind? Here's a of mine
All I need's a line, but Sometimes I don't always the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at time, Yes
Sometimes, Sometimes,
Its just sometimes is me
How dark can these be
The clock strikes
1, 2, then half 3
half-ass rhyme, with this half-ass piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I could get the rest of this shit off my chest, Again
Stuck in this slump, Can't think of
Fuck, I'm stumped, Oh Wait comes something, No!
Its not good enough, it out
New pad, it up, and throw the shit out
I'm out, thought I figured it out
Balls in my but I'm scared to dribble 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 Smith aint a quitter
Imma sitter till I get enough finally hit a fucking point
Put some oil in your joints, Flip the coin, Bitch get destroyed
And MC's worst dream, I make them tensed, they me
See me and like a Chainlink fence
By the of em you would swear that Jaws was coming
By the screams of them you would swear Im someone
By the way they runnin', you could swear that the law was
Its now or never, And is all or nothing
Momma, Jimmy keeps on us, He said he'd be back
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat clock
Fuck this clock! Imma make Eat this watch
Don't me Watch! Imma win this race
And Imma back and rub my shit on your face, Bitch!
I my nitch, You gonna fear 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, grab it, Rabbit Run!