Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
is life?
Life is like a big
In front of your optical to you down

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

What is
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
make them same friends come back around
Swearing that was always down

is life?
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not 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 my dick
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always
Tired of taking pop back to the party store
I'm of not having a phone
of not having a home
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the back of a
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of
a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap drugs
Tired of rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the suck my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

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