Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you

And every time you think you gotten it
It's come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are
Friends are people that you are your friends
But really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide they true
So just when you you close enough to be brothers
They want to come back and cut your throat you ain't lookin'

What is
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll make them same come back around
Swearing that was always down

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
Tired of never any ends
of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not having a
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blond
After in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me
Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm of all of this bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my