Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in of your 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, are people that you think are friends,
but they really your enemies with 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 they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this of hennie wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and things,
im of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with bullshit without grabbin 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 off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
tired of workin at square,
of not being a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the 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 bucks, it wouldn't 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 bottles back to the store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin without PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the 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 tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the 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 wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the whole to kiss,

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