Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

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

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
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
Tired of not having a
of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For this jerk breathing down my driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
Tired of working in Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
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,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

I'm of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not a home
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 sleeping a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with 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
of stepping in clubs wearing 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
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 million
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 condom on, while I'm on the

If I had a million
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 whole to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about around me, shit 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
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