Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your wanna slow you down,
an every time you think gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just you think you close enough to be brothers,
they come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same come back around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of always givin in this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every 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
tired of workin at square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd 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 trash, broke an always poor,
tired of pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin 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 magic wand, i'd 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 world to kiss,

you know what i'm sayin? im of all of this bullshit,
me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and right now i'm 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, it's though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my