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 you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you enough to be brothers,
they wanna come and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
is the root of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
that they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' friends so full on crack and many things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of to borrow 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, this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired time i fart 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
tired of workin at 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 d*ck 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,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the same of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me bout drugs,
of other rappers who aint 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 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 without a 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 sayin? im tired of all of bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i to be positive when i don't see shit positive,
you what i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and now i'm tired of everything,
of all this, player hating that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world