Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

is money?
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll make them same come back around
Swearing that they was down

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ your shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd 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 white trash, broke and poor
Tired of taking pop bottles to the party store
I'm of not having a phone
of not having a home
To have one in if I did it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not being on
of fucking the same blond whore
After work in the back of a
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a of funds and resorting back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap 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 tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

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 world suck my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

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