Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
What is
Life is a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you

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

is money?
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
Money'll them same friends come back around
that they was always down

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
Tired of having skinny hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into 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 bucks
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 tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not a home
To have one in if I did it on
Tired of not a B-M
of not working at G-M, tired 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 fucking the blond whore
After work in the back of a
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my
a condom on, while I'm on the john

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to
You know I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating going on in my own city
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my