Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a brewery 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 bucks, it wouldn't 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 world to kiss,

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