Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
is life?
Life is a big obstacle
In front of your optical to you down

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

is money?
Money is what a man act funny
is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends back around
Swearing that they was always

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ your shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired time I fart and cough
Tired of having to as a gas station clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the 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 million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always
Tired of pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not a home
To have one in if I did it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

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