Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

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

is life?
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
of not being a millionaire
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
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 tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not a phone
of not having a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving 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
Tired of not being on
of fucking the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of
Tired of people saying tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when 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 the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
a condom on, while I'm on the john

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't be enough, I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world 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 I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my