Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your 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, friends are people 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 come and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends come around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of commitin so sins,
tired of always givin in when bottle of hennie wins,
of never havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this wonders why I'm smartin off,
of being fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im of using plastic silverwear
tired of at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet 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 millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd 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, broke an poor,
tired of taken pop bottles back to the store,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
of not drivin a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin without PM,
of not performin in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the 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 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 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 would ask for one big enough ass for the whole to kiss,

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