Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've past it its gonna come back,
around and you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then boss 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 using plastic
tired of at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, broke an poor,
tired of taken pop bottles 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 workin at GM, of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of the same blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort 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 bringin 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 million dollars i'd buy a damn and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd 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 armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know what i'm im tired of all of this bullshit,
me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and now i'm tired of everything,
tired of all this, player hating going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you what i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know what i'm
i'm just fed up, thats my