Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

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

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when this of Henny wins
of never 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 a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world 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 would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not a home
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the same blond
After work in the back of a
I'm tired of knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz
of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling 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 wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, 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 to kiss
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about around me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm of everything
of all this player hating that's going 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