Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten past it its gonna back,
around and you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just you think you close enough 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 come back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my carlo,
im tired of sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then boss wonders 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 of using plastic silverwear
tired of 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 magic wand, i'd make the suck 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 still be out armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles back to the store,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have 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,
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 work in the of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an 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 rappers who bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a dollars i'd buy a damn brewery 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 armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big ass for the whole 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 what i'm
i rapp about shit me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm fed up, thats my world