Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

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

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being fired every I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

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 trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss

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

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

But if I had a million
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
Without a condom on, I'm on the john

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