Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna you down,
an every time you think gotten past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they really your enemies with identities,
and disguises to hide they' colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll them same friends come back around,
that they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, 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,
tired of being every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million 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 be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke 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, tired of not workin at GM, of wantin to be him,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack 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 steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other who aint bringin half 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 of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn 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 armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the world to kiss,

you know i'm sayin? im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you know what i'm
i rapp about around me, shit i see,
you know i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know what i'm
i'm just fed up, my world