Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Eminem -

Life, by Mathers,
what is
is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them same come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' skinny so full on crack and many things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles back to the store,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn air-hat,
tired of in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know what i'm im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp about around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know what i'm
i'm fed up, thats my world