Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits,
I like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's one great big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block of all this shit,
call it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, last straw, thats all, it.
I dealing with another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it 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 and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it it must be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 to finally see,
What you close fucks 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 peace of mind, well here's a of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always find the 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 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 slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
it up, and throw that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had it out,
in my court but I'm scared 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, real 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 bitch get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make tense
hate me, see me and shake like 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 running you swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll back baby I just got to beat clock,
this clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a come
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have a chance I grab it, rabbit run...