Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

By Mathers
What is
is like a big obstacle
In of your optical to slow you down

And every you think you gotten past it
It's come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are that you think are your 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 come back and cut throat when you ain't lookin'

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
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 deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being every time I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into 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,
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 being white trash, and always poor
of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
of not having a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a coliseum
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the same blond
After work in the back of a
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 of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my
Without a condom on, while I'm on the

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