Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
is life?
Life is a big obstacle
In front of optical to slow you down

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

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

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when 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 to borrow 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 five fifty an
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being every time I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a coliseum
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the same whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs
Tired of rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
Tired of 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 wand, I'd make 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 what I'm
I'm of all of this bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating that's on in my own city
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my