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 past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but they really your with secret identities,
and to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so on crack and many 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 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 startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin 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 turn the planet alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd 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 ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
of taken pop bottles back to the party 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, 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 same whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same nike air-hat,
tired of in clubs wearin the same 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 tired of J.L.B. sayin 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 my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
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 one big ass for the whole world 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 when i don't see positive,
you know what i'm
i about shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my