Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
What is
Life is like a big
In front of your optical to you down

And every time you you gotten past it
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn
What are
Friends are that you think are your friends
But they really enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to they 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
is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come around
Swearing that was always down

What is
I'm tired of
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly
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 friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins
Tired of not a deal
of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Carlo
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss why I'm smartin' off
of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station
For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of plastic silverware
Tired of in Building Square
Tired of not a millionaire
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet 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 bucks
It be enough,
Because I'd be out
armored trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the whole to kiss

I'm tired of white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store
I'm of not having a phone
of not having a home
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
Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M
of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not on tour
Tired of the same blond whore
After work in the back of a
I'm tired of faking knots a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns

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

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

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