Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your wanna slow you down,
an every you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle 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 close to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
make them same friends come back around,
swearin that they was always down,
but life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired time i fart and cough,
of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
tired of at buildin square,
of not being a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my 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 whole to kiss,
im tired of white trash, broke an always poor,
of taken pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the 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 dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a 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 ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know what i'm sayin? im tired of all of bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
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 that's going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know what i'm
i'm just fed up, my world