Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten past it its gonna back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but they your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll them same friends come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this bottle of wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm off,
tired of being every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using silverwear
tired of workin at square,
of not being a millionare,
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 world suck my without a condom on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the world to kiss,
im tired of white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop back to the party 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, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same 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 the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or 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 dollars i'd buy a brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i ask for one big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,

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