Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten it its gonna come back,
around and you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you you close enough to be brothers,
they come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im tired of this Dj, playin shit when he spins,
im of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin trucks,
if i had one wish, i ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did one on,
tired of not a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of the same blonde whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the world to kiss,

you know what i'm im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see positive,
you know what i'm
i rapp about shit around me, i see,
you know i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
of all this, player hating that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm fed up, thats my world