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 time you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, are people that you think are friends,
but they really enemies with secret identities,
and disguises to hide they' true colours, so when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
make them same friends come back around,
swearin that they was always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never any ends
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with 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 an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm off,
tired of fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of using plastic
tired of workin at 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 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 still be out robbin 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, an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles 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, of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin atylanol PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im of fakin knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of the same damn nike air-hat,
of steppin in clubs wearin the same pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin drugs,
tired of rappers 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 dollars 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 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 world to kiss,

you know what i'm sayin? im of all of this bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see 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,
of all this, player hating that's going on in my own city,
you can't get or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know what i'm
i'm just fed up, my world