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 and tackle you to the damn ground
What are
Friends are people you think are your friends
But really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide they colors
So just you think you close enough to be brothers
They want to back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

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

is life?
I'm tired of
I'm tired of 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 having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of 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 bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to

I'm of being white trash, broke and always poor
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
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blond
After work in the back of a
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

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

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