Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
What is
Life is like a big
In of your optical to slow you down

And every time you think you gotten it
It's gonna back around and tackle you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are people you think are your friends
But they your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide they colors
So just when you think you enough to be brothers
They want to come back and cut your when you ain't lookin'

What is
is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
make them same friends come back around
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
of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour
Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a
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
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole world to

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
Tired of pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not a home
To have one in if I did it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots 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 in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio 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 magic wand, I'd make the 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 would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit around me, 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
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my