Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, are people that 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 wanna come back and cut throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll them 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 tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this bottle of wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
of havin to borrow a dollar 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 this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being 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 of using plastic silverwear
tired of workin at square,
of not being a millionare,
but if i had a million 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 without a condom on,
im on the jon,
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 a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, 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 a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin without PM,
tired of not 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, havin a lack of funds, an resort to guns,
tired of bein at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million 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 without a condom 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 would ask for one big enough ass for the whole 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 see shit positive,
you what i'm sayin?
i about shit around me, shit i see,
you know i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
of all this, player hating that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my