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 every time you think you gotten it
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn
are friends?
Friends are that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with identities
And disguises, to they true colors
So just when you you close enough to be brothers
They want to come back and cut your throat when you lookin'

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

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of using plastic
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
Tired of taking pop back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not having a
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
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on
of fucking the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared 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 of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

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

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be when I don't 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 that's going on in my own
Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'?
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my