Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

By Mathers
What is
is like a big obstacle
In front of optical to slow you down

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

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 of life
I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
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 deal with the without grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For this jerk breathing down my neck me berserk
I'm of using plastic 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 the world suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm tired of not a phone
of not having a home
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the back of a
I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

of being stared at
I'm of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of
Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs
of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

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

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
Know what I'm
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm
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 know I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my