Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
is life?
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 you to the damn ground,
what are friends, friends are that you think are friends,
but they really your enemies secret identities,
and disguises to hide true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your throat you aint lookin,
what is money, is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll them same friends come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of ass snakes with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this bottle of wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit an off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every i fart and cough,
tired of havin to as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using 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 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 would ask for a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, an always poor,
tired of taken pop 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, tired of not workin at GM, tired of 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 stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
tired of sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of stations 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 the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a on,
im on the john,
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 one big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,

you know what i'm sayin? im tired of all of 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 know i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired 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 what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world