Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just 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 like one great big ball of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I know is I'm to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's 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 about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and 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 you what, you gonna 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 your sit up,
Yeah sit up, I'm a you who I be,
I'm make you hate me cause you me,
You wait, it ain't to to finally see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
Whoever finds me, is gonna get a fee,
Out this world and no one out their mind as me,
You peace of mind, well here's a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm feeling at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half 3,
This half ass rhyme with half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think 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 that 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?
that I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
Want me to it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put some oil in joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you swear Jaws 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 keep on us, he said he'd be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll back baby I got to beat this 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 back
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 gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...