Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

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

What is
I'm of life
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of DJ playing your shit when he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then this wonders 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 jerk breathing down my neck me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world suck my
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always
Tired of taking pop back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
of not having 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
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
of not being on tour
Tired of the same blond whore
work 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 the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

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

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't 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
You know I'm saying?
I'm of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about around me, shit I see
what I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my