Luyện nghe bài hát Run Rabbit Run

Some days I just up and call it quits,
I feel like I'm surrounded by a of bricks,
Everytime I go to get up I just in piss,
My life's like one great big of shit,
If I could put it all in all I spit,
Instead I always try to it,
Instead of at this wall and shit,
While I sit block sick of all this shit,
call 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, all, thats 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 feel it up,
Blow building up, I've been sealed enough,
My cup runneth and filled it up,
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my
You think all I do is stand and feel my nuts,
But I'm a show you what, you feel my rush,
You feel it then it must be too real to touch,
Feel to touch, I'm about to shit up,
Goosebumps, yeah I'm make 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 minded 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, well 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 clock strikes midnight, 1, 2, then past 3,
This half ass with this half ass piece of paper, (tear)
I'm at my desk
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 here comes something,
Nope, it's not good enough, it out, new pad,
crinkle it up, and throw that out,
I'm fizzling now, I had figured it out,
in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out,
But I'm afraid, why am I
why am I a slave to trade?
Sign I'll spit to the grave, real enough to rattle you up,
me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want.
I'm a hitter, bitch,
jimmy ain't a quitter,
I'm a sit till I get enough
For me to hit a fucking boiling point,
Put oil in your joints,
the coin bitch come get destroyed,
An worst dream: I make them tense
they me, see me and shake like a chain link fence,
By the looks of them you would swear was coming,
By the screams of them you swear I'm sawing someone,
By the way they you would swear the law was coming,
Its now or tonight is all or nothing,
Momma, Jimmy keep leaving on us, he said be back,
He promised, I don't think he's honest,
I'll baby I just got to beat this clock,
Fuck this clock, I'm'a make them eat watch,
Don't 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
you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice,
If I gotta scream till I have a lung,
If I have half a chance I it, rabbit run...