Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm by a wall of bricks,
I go to get up I just 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,
of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block 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, last straw, thats all, it.
I ain't dealing another fucking politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can it building up,
Blow this building up, I've been enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink my guts
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a you what, you gonna feel my rush,
You don't it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm to tear shit up,
Goosebumps, I'm make your hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm make you hate me cause you me,
You wait, it to late to finally see,
What you close minded fucks too blind to see,
Whoever me, is gonna get a finders fee,
Out world and ain't 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 always find the words to rhyme,
To express how I'm really at that time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how dark can hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, half past 3,
This half ass rhyme with half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm desperate at my
if I just get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, think of nothing,
fuck I'm stumped, but wait here something,
Nope, it's not enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw shit out,
I'm fizzling now, thought I had it out,
Ball's in my but I'm scared to dribble 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 boiling point,
Put some oil in joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake like a chain fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of them you would I'm sawing someone,
By the way running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll back I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck clock, I'm'a make them eat this watch,
believe me? Watch.
I'm a win this race, And I'm a back
and rub my shit in face, Bitch.
I my nitch,
You gonna my voice
Till you of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream I have half a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...