Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had (radio Edit)

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

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

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends 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 the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being 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 make the world my dick
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It 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

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
Tired of pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not at G-M, tired 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
Tired of the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots 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 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' 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 "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, I'm on the john

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit around me, I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my