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 that you think are your friends
But really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to they true colors
So just when you think you close to be brothers
They to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

What is
is what makes a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
Money'll make same friends come back around
Swearing that they was down

is life?
I'm of life
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
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
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the suck my dick
Without a on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

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

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs
Tired of other who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, I see
Know I'm sayin'?
now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my