Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

By Mathers
is life?
Life is like a big
In front of optical to slow you down

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

is money?
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
Money'll make them same friends back around
Swearing that was always down

What is
I'm of life
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to 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 I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
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 trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always
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
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on
of fucking the same blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm tired of knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where 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
a condom on, while I'm on the john

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss
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 me, shit I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
my word