Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna you down,
an every time you think gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think 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,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
is the root 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 with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this bottle of wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit an off,
im tired of jobs off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using plastic
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
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 a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, broke an poor,
tired of pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

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 suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still 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 i'm sayin? im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp about shit me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know what i'm
i'm just fed up, my world