Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of 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, are people that you think are friends,
but they really your with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut throat when you aint lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
make them same friends come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of always givin in this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for 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 dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and 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 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 enough ass for the world to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not a home to have one in if i did have one on,
of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin without PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of people 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 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 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 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 would ask for one big ass for the whole world to kiss,

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