Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
is life?
Life is a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you

And every time you think you gotten it
It's gonna back around and tackle you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are people that you are your friends
But really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to they true colors
So just you think you close enough to be brothers
want to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

What is
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he
of not having a deal
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not having a
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a packed
Tired of not being on
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones
Having a of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'?
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my