Luyện nghe bài hát Rabbit Run

Some I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of
time I go to get up I just fall in piss
My life's like one great big of shit
If I could just, put it all into all I
Instead of tryin to swallow it
Instead of starin at this and shit
While I sit block, sick of all this shit
Can't it, shit

All I know is I'm about to hit the
If I to see another one of mom's alcholic fits
This is it, last straw, all, that's it
I ain't dealin another fuckin politic
I'm like a skillet until it filters up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it up
Blow this buildin up, I've been enough
My cup, over, I done filled it up
The pen and busts, ink spills my guts
You think, all I do is stand here and feel my
Well I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my
You feel it, then it must be too real to touch
Peal the dutch, I'm to tear shit up
Goosebumps yea, I'ma make hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma you who I be
I'ma you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it too late to finally see
What you closed-minded fucks too blind to see

Whoever me is gonna get a finder's fee
Out this world, ain't no one out mind as me
You piece of mind? Here's a piece of mine
All I need's a
But sometimes I don't always find the to rhyme
To express how I'm really at that time
Yea sometimes sometimes
just sometimes, it's always me
How can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one-two, half past three

This half-assed rhyme with half-assed piece of paper
I'm at my desk
If I can just get the of the shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slum, can't of nothin
Fuck I'm stumped, but wait, comes somethin
Nope, it's not good enough, it out
New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the out
I'm now, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court, but I'm to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I
Why am I a to this trade?
Signed out of spit to the
Real to rill you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you
I'm a switch hitter bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a
I'ma sit I get enough in me to finally hit a
Fuckin point, put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin bitch, get destroyed
An MC's worst dream, I make 'em
They hate me, see me and like a chainlink fence
By the of 'em, you would swear their jaws was comin
By the screams of 'em, you would I'm sawin someone
By the way they're runnin, you swear the law was comin
It's now or never and tonight is all or
Momma Jimmy keeps leavin on us, he said he'd be
He pinky promised, I think he's honest
I'll be back baby, I just gotta this clock
Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this
believe me watch, I'ma win this race
And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face,
I found my nitch, you gon' my voice
you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream 'til I have half a
If I had half a I'd grab it - Rabbit, run