Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

And time you think you gotten past it
It's gonna come back around and you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are people that you are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret
And disguises, to hide they true
So just when you think you close enough to be
They want to come back and cut your throat you ain't lookin'

is money?
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll make them same friends come around
Swearing that was always down

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of to deal with the bullshit without 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 off at five fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk breathing my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
Tired of in Building Square
of not being a millionaire
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
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of pop bottles back to the party store
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not having a
To have one in if I did it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
of J-L-be 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 the world suck my dick
a condom on, while I'm on the john

If I had a million
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be 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 tired of
Tired of all this hating that's going on in my own city
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my