Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in
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 writer's block, sick of all this
Can't call it,

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

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

This half-assed with this half-assed piece of paper
I'm desperate at my
If I can get the rest of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, can't of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, comes somethin
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm now, thought I figured it out
in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I
Why am I a slave to trade?
Signed out of to the grave
Real to rill you up
me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a
sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a
Fuckin boilin point, put oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, come get
An MC's worst dream, I 'em tense
They hate me, see me and shake like a fence
By the looks of 'em, you would their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would I'm sawin someone
By the way runnin, you would swear the law was comin
It's now or and tonight is all or nothin
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he he'd be back
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta beat clock
Fuck clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch
believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma back and rub my shit in your face, bitch
I found my nitch, you gon' my voice
'Til you sick of it, you ain't have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a
If I had half a chance I'd it - Rabbit, run