Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
Life is like a big
In front of your optical to you down

And every time you 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 they true
So just when you think you enough to be brothers
They want to back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
of having 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 fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of working in Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still 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, and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles to the party store
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about
of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop 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 make the world suck my
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 would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You know I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know 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