Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten past it its gonna back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people that you are friends,
but really your enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close to be brothers,
they wanna come back and cut your when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
make them same friends come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of havin' any ends
tired of skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of 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, this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
tired of being fired every i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using plastic
tired of workin at square,
of not being 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 without 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 ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being white trash, broke an poor,
of taken pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not a phone, tired of not havin a home 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,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
work in the back 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, tired of wearin the same nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations 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 into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin 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 supposed to be positive i don't see shit positive,
you know what i'm
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you know what i'm
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world