Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
is life?
Life is like a big
In front of your to slow 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 people you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, secret identities
And disguises, to hide true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be
They to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

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

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on and many things
I'm tired of DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always
Tired of pop bottles back to the party store
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not having a
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
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the same blond
work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a of ones
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other who ain't 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 J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

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