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 tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, are people that you think are friends,
but really your enemies 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,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
that they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin shit when he spins,
im tired of not a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit 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 every i fart and cough,
tired of to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
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 millions bucks, it 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 back to the party store,
of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of 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 me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin 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 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 would ask for one big enough ass for the whole to kiss,

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