Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

What is
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
Money'll make same friends come back around
Swearing that they was down

is life?
I'm of life
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
Tired of never any ends
of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm tired of startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a 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 would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm of not having a phone
Tired of not a home
To have one in if I did it on
Tired of not a B-M
of not working 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 blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs 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' half the as me
they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
of J-L-be saying "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 magic wand, I'd the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the

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 what I'm
I'm of all of this bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm
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 know I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my