Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic 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 really your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna back 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 same friends come back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in when bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station for this 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 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 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 white trash, an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles 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, tired of not at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the damn nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or 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 brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the john,
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 one big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know i'm sayin? 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 what i'm
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm fed up, thats my world