Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

is money?
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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired time I fart and cough
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of working in Square
of not being a millionaire
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into

If I had a wand,
I'd make the suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
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 world to kiss

I'm of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles to the party store
I'm of not having 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, tired of to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a of ones
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

of being stared at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing 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
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm tired of radio 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 planet alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't 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
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know what I'm
now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my