Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

What is
is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour
Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
Tired of having to as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm of using plastic silverware
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 make the world suck my
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It 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

I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not having a
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on
Tired of the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of
Tired of people saying they're of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
Saying wasn't 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 planet into
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, I'd still be out
armored trucks
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
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm
now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my