Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in 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 that you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close to be brothers,
wanna 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 was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers 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 being every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
tired of at buildin square,
of not being a millionare,
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 d*ck a condom 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 tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles back to the 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 workin at GM, tired of to be him,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn and turn the planet into 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 still be out robbin 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 see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired 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, it's though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm fed up, thats my world