Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

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

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

is money?
Money is what makes a man act
is the root of all evil
Money'll them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always

What is
I'm tired of
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so sins
Tired of always giving in this bottle of Henny wins
of never having any ends
Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

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

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

of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz
Tired of saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me
Saying they feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of radio stations fibs
Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop 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 world my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

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