Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
What is
Life is a big obstacle
In front of optical to slow 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 people that you think are your
But they really your enemies, with secret
And disguises, to they true colors
So just when you think you enough to be brothers
They want to come back and cut throat when you ain't lookin'

What is
Money is what a man act funny
is the root of all evil
Money'll make same friends come back around
Swearing that was always down

is life?
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm tired of so many sins
Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins
Tired of having any ends
of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins
of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of in my sorrow
Tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas clerk
For this jerk breathing down my driving me berserk
I'm tired of using silverware
of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a
But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics

If I had a wand,
I'd make the world suck my
Without a on,
I'm on the john
If I had a bucks
It be enough,
I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I would ask for a big ass
For the whole world to

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

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

But if I had a million
I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world my dick
a condom on, while I'm on the john

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