Luyện nghe bài hát If I Had...

By Marshal
What is
Life is a big obstacle
In of your optical to slow you down

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

What is
Money is makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all
Money'll them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was down

What is
I'm of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins
I'm of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never any ends
Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins
Tired of not a deal
Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte
I'm tired of spraying shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm off
Tired of fired every time I fart and cough
of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building
Tired of not being a
But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics

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

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor
of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not a phone
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, of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a P-M
Tired of not performing in a coliseum
Tired of not being on
of fucking the same blond whore
After in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a of ones
Having a 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 clubs wearing the same of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me
I'm tired of stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into
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 be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing trucks
If I had one
I ask for a big enough ass
For the world to kiss
You know what I'm
I'm tired of all of this
Telling me to be
How'm I 'sposed to be when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm
I rap shit around me, shit I see
what I'm sayin'?
Right now I'm of everything
Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city
get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
fed up
That's my