Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Eminem -

Life, by Mathers,
what is
is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but really your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just you think you close enough to be brothers,
wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
swearin they was always always down,
but life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of always givin in when this bottle of wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every i fart and cough,
tired of havin to as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using plastic
tired of at buildin square,
of not being 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 make the world suck my 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 ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being 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 at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of the same damn nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs 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 wand, i'd make 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 robbin 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 tired of all of 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,
of all this, player hating that's going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world