Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

By Marshal
What is
Life is a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you

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

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on and many things
I'm of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every time I and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of working in Building
of not being a millionaire
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
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
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, of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the same blond
work in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to

of being stared at
I'm of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me
they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the suck my dick
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 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 see shit positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit me, shit I see
what I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
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 know I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my