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,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, are people that you think are friends,
but they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' skinny friends so on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin shit when he spins,
im tired of not a deal, tired 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 sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired 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
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 without a 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 ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
of taken 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 drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of the same blonde 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,
tired of bein stared at, tired of the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the 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 they wasn't 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 dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck 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 armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the whole to kiss,

you what i'm sayin? im tired 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 i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world