Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic 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 they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to hide true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they come back and cut your 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,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal this bullshit without grabbin 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 this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every 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 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 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 ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, broke an poor,
tired of pop bottles back 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,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of 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 same whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort to guns,
of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the same of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the 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 be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the world to kiss,

you know what i'm sayin? im tired of all of bullshit,
me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp about shit me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player 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 i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my