Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but really your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you lookin,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make same friends come back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every time i and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using silverwear
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles to the party store,
tired of not a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of the same blonde whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the whole to kiss,

you what i'm sayin? im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you know what i'm
i rapp about shit around me, i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my