Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
Life is a big obstacle
In front of optical to slow you down

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

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any
Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a
Tired of to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to 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 fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
of working in Building Square
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 make the suck my dick
Without a 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 ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

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

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

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
a condom on, while I'm on the john

If I had a million
It be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You know I'm saying?
I'm of all of this bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive?
Know I'm sayin'?
I rap about around me, shit I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm of everything
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, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my