Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded 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 just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
this building up, I've 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 about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out this world and no one out their 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 feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
This ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
I'm stumped, but wait here comes something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble 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?
that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put some oil in joints,
the coin bitch 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 you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would I'm sawing someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...