Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just wanna up and 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 just put it all in all I spit,
I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all shit,
Can't it shit.
All I is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's fits.
This is it, straw, thats all, thats it.
I ain't dealing with fucking politic.
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it up
I'm to kill it, I can feel it building up,
Blow this building up, I've sealed enough,
My cup over and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is here and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you gonna my rush,
You feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to tear up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make hair sit up,
sit up, I'm a tell you who I be,
I'm make you me cause you ain't me,
You wait, it ain't to late to see,
you close minded fucks were 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 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 hallways be?
The clock 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 get the rest, of this shit off my chest, again,
stuck in this slum, 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 that shit out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured 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 to this trade?
Sign that I'll spit to the grave, enough to rattle you up,
Want me to flip it? I can rip it any you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy smith 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 coin bitch get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
they hate me, see me and shake a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would Jaws was coming,
By the screams of them you would 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 on us, he said he'd be back,
He pinky promised, I think he's honest,
I'll 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 gonna a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a I grab it, rabbit run...