Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but really your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you enough to be brothers,
they wanna come and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them friends come back around,
swearin that 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 givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' skinny so full on crack and many things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow a dollar 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 this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of fired every time i fart 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
of workin 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 enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im tired of white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop back to the party store,
of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, of wantin to be him,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of the same blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
tired of people they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

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 make the world suck my 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 would ask for one big ass for the whole world to kiss,

you what i'm sayin? im tired 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 what i'm
i rapp about around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player that's going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my