Luyện nghe bài hát Life

- Life

Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've past it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but they really your enemies with identities,
and disguises to they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut throat when you aint lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them same friends back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this 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, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers 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 havin to work as a gas station clerk for this breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
of workin at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn 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 would ask for a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
of taken pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
after in the back of a contour,
im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of 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 tellin fibs 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 planet alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd 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 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 what i'm
i about 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 what i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my