Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Mathers
What is
is like a big obstacle
In front of optical to slow you down

And every time you think you past it
It's gonna come around and tackle you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are people that you think are friends
But they really your enemies, secret identities
And disguises, to hide they colors
So just when you think you enough to be brothers
They to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

What is
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the of all evil
make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was down

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of being fired every time I fart and
Tired of to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
of not having a home
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not performing in a coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
After work in the of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of
Having a lack of and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the 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 wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

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

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