Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to you down

And every time you think you past it
It's gonna come back around and 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 they colors
So just when you think you enough to be brothers
They want to come back and cut your throat 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 they was always

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this of Henny wins
of never having any ends
Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
Tired of 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 startin' off at five fifty an
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk breathing down my driving me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of working in Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world 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 would ask for a big ass
For the whole world to

I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not 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 sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
of not being on tour
Tired of the same blond whore
work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of knots with a stack 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 saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's 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 turn the planet into
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 bucks
It wouldn't be enough, I'd still be out
Robbing armored
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
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, it's cool though, you know I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my