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 time you think you've gotten past it its come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, are people that you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you enough to be brothers,
wanna 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 commitin so sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte 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 time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic 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 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 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 ass for the whole world to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
of taken pop bottles 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 a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of the same damn nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me 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 fibs tired 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 the world suck 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 ask for one big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know what i'm 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 shit around me, i see,
you know what i'm
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 what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my