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 you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but they your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so 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 that they was always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when bottle of hennie wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so on crack and many things,
im tired of Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to 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 tired of motherfuckers shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
of being fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using silverwear
of workin 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 world suck my d*ck a condom on,
im on the jon,
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 a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin 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 stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're 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 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 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 of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be when i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, hating that's going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world