Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic 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, friends are 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 close to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them same come back around,
swearin that they was always down,
but life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when 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 wonders why I'm off,
tired of being fired time i fart and cough,
of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
tired of at buildin square,
of not being 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 the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
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 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 bottles back to the store,
of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not 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 same whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
of bein stared 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 fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin 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 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 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 what 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 know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world