Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten past it its gonna back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but really your enemies with secret identities,
and to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make 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,
tired of always in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im tired of this Dj, playin shit when he spins,
im of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit an off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss 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
of workin at buildin 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 wand, i'd make the world 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 be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, an always poor,
tired of taken pop back to the party 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, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
of not performin in a packed 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 at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin 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 magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a 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 what i'm sayin? 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 about around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my