Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

is money?
Money is what a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll make them friends come back around
Swearing that they was down

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

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

I'm tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles to the party store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not a home
To one in if I did have it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of
of people saying they're tired of hearing 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 tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

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

If I had a million
It wouldn't be enough, 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 I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm
fed up
That's my