Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of alcoholic fits.
is it, last straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, been sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is stand here and my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You don't feel it then it must be too 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 were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and ain't no one out mind as me,
You need of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass rhyme this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, Cant of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw 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, enough to rattle you up,
me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to finally hit a 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 a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of them you would swear I'm someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a 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 sick of it you gonna have a choice,
If I gotta till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...