Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I 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 could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about 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 another fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm about to it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth over and 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 it must be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about 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 me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
What you close minded fucks were too to see,
finds me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't no one out their mind as me,
You need peace of mind, well a piece of mine,
All I a line, but sometimes,
I don't always the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This half ass rhyme with half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
if I could get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had it out,
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to this
Sign that 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,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a fucking point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the coin bitch get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and like a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the of them you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
back baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, make them eat this watch,
Don't me? Watch.
I'm a win race, And I'm a come back
and rub my in your face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't have a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...