Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
around and you to the damn ground,
are friends, friends are people that you think are friends,
but they really your enemies with identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come 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 make them friends come back around,
that they was always 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 in when this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' friends so full on crack and many things,
im of this Dj, playin your 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 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 wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every time i and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
tired of 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 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 ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, an always poor,
tired of taken pop 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 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 knots with a of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the same of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. we're 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 my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it 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 tired of all of bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp about 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 can't get or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world