Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
is life?
Life is a big obstacle
In of your optical to slow you down

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

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

is life?
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired time I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world suck my
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a bucks
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, and always poor
of taking pop bottles 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 a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the same blond
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 stared at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
a condom 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 world to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, I see
what I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my