Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and it quits,
I feel 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 just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers sick of all this shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing another fucking 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 runneth and filled it up,
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't feel it then it be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, I'm make 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,
you close minded fucks were too blind to see,
Whoever finds me, is get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't 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 find the to rhyme,
To express how I'm really at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can these be?
The strikes midnight, 1, 2, then half past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I could just get the rest, of this off my chest, again,
in this slum, Cant think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm now, thought 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 to this trade?
Sign 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,
smith ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here till I get
For me to finally hit a boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst dream: I make them
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the of them you would swear Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would I'm sawing someone,
By the way they running you would the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back baby I just got to 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 come
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 it, rabbit run...