Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

What is
Money is what a man act funny
is the root of all evil
Money'll them same friends come back around
Swearing that was always down

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

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

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party
I'm tired of not a phone
Tired of not having a
To one in if I did have it on
Tired of not a B-M
of not working at G-M, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the same whore
work in the back of a Contour
I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns

Tired of being at
I'm of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me
Saying wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world 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 whole world to
You know what I'm
I'm of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit me, shit I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my