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 you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you enough to be brothers,
wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
make them same friends come back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit an off,
im tired of startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
of being fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using plastic
tired of workin at square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a dollars 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 bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles to the party store,
tired of not a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
after work in the 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, of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of 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 brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i ask for one big enough ass for the whole 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 shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know what i'm
i'm fed up, thats my world