Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

is money?
Money is makes a man act funny
is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same come back around
that they was always down

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

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
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 always
of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not a home
To have one in if I did it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and back to guns

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about
Tired of other who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

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

If I had a bucks
It wouldn't be enough, I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm of all of this bullshit
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know what I'm
Right now I'm tired of
of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my