Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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Life, by Mathers,
what is
life is a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten it its gonna come back,
around and tackle you to the ground,
what are friends, friends are people you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close to be brothers,
wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make same friends come back around,
swearin they 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 bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
of drowin in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im tired of motherfuckers sprayin an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss why I'm smartin off,
of being fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas clerk for this jerk 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 dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
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 ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
of taken pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not 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,
of not sleepin without atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
tired of not on tour,
of f*ckin the same blonde whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same 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 rappers who aint bringin half the skill as me they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a brewery and turn 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 im tired of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be when i don't see shit positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp shit around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and now i'm tired 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, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, my world