Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
is life?
Life is like a big
In front of optical to slow you down

And every time you you gotten past it
It's gonna back around and tackle you to the damn ground
are friends?
Friends are people that you are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret
And disguises, to hide true colors
So just when you you close enough to be brothers
They want to back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'

is money?
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll make same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always

What is
I'm tired of
I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny
Tired of having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many
I'm tired of DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying and dartin' off
I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of being every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic
of working in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a million
I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd the world suck my dick
a condom on,
While I'm on the
If I had a million
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
Robbing armored
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm tired of not having a
Tired of not having a
To have one in if I did it on
of not driving a B-M
Tired of not working at G-M, tired of to be him
of not sleeping without a Tylenol P-M
Tired of not in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of fucking the blond whore
work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
a lack of funds and resorting back to guns

Tired of stared at
I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat
Tired of in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me
they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
Without a on, while I'm on the john

If I had a million
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole to kiss
You what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this
me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit
Know what I'm
I rap shit around me, shit I see
what I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm tired of
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm
But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my