Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I wanna up and call it quits,
I feel I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I fall in piss,
My life's like one big ball of shit,
If I just put it all in all I spit,
Instead I try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this and shit,
I sit writers 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.
This is it, last straw, all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with another politic.
I'm a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth over and it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You don't it then it must be too real to touch,
to touch, I'm about 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 to finally see,
What you close fucks were too blind 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, 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 feeling at time,
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
just sometimes, Its me,
how can these 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 could 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 enough, scribble it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, 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 that I'll spit to the grave, real to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit here I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
Flip the bitch come get destroyed,
An MC's worst I make 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 you would swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way running you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or never is all or nothing,
Momma, keep leaving on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I don't think honest,
I'll baby 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 hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna a choice,
If I scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance I grab it, run...