Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna you down,
an every time you you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
are friends, friends are people that you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them friends come back around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a 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 wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every time i and cough,
tired of to work as a gas station clerk 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 brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the 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 bottles to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to one in if i did have one on,
tired of not a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. 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 d*ck 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 enough ass for the world to kiss,

you know what i'm im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive 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 right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my