Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
is life?
Life is like a big
In front of your to slow you down

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

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

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

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
a condom on,
I'm on the john
If I had a million
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole world to

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

Tired of being at
I'm tired of wearing the 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 bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
Without a condom on, I'm on the john

If I had a bucks
It be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the world to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of bullshit
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap about shit around me, I see
Know I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm of everything
Tired of all player hating that's going on in my own city
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my