Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
Life is like a big
In front of your optical to slow you

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

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly
I'm tired of committing so many
of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For this jerk breathing down my neck me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
of working in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, and always poor
Tired of pop bottles 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
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
work in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a of funds and resorting back to guns

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

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

If I had a bucks
It be enough, because I'd still be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss
You know I'm saying?
I'm of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
what I'm sayin'?
I rap about around me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
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 what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my