Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

is money?
Money is what makes a man act
Money is the root of all
Money'll make them same friends back around
Swearing that they was always

is life?
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being every 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 using silverware
of working in Building 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 make the suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor
Tired of pop bottles back to the party 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 performing in a packed
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the same whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

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

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

If I had a million
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
armored trucks
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 bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating that's on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my