Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

By Mathers
is life?
Life is a big obstacle
In front of your optical to you down

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

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

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being fired every time I and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

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

I'm tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not having a
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not 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 same whore
work in the back of a Contour
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 wearing the same damn Air hat
of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's 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 damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
a condom on, while I'm on the john

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