Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Eminem -

Life, by Mathers,
what is
is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down,
an every time you think you've gotten past it its 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 come back and cut your throat when you lookin,
is money, money is what makes a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make same friends come back around,
swearin that was always always down,
but life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im tried of so many sins,
tired of always givin in when this of hennie wins,
tired of havin' any ends
of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo,
im of motherfuckers sprayin shit an dartin off,
im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm off,
tired of being fired every time i and cough,
tired of havin to as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
tired of workin at square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a condom on,
im on the jon,
if i had a millions bucks, it be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big ass for the whole world to kiss,
im tired of being trash, broke an always poor,
tired of taken pop bottles back to the store,
tired of not havin a phone, tired of not havin a home to have one in if i did one on,
tired of not a BM, tired of not workin at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not without atylanol PM,
tired of not performin in a collessium,
tired of not on tour,
tired of f*ckin the same whore,
after work in the of a contour,
im tired of fakin with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the pair of luggs,
tired of people sayin they're tired of hearin me bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint bringin the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me,
and I'm tired of radio stations tellin tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,

but if i had a million dollars i'd buy a damn brewery and the planet into alchoholics,
if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my d*ck without a on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out armoured 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 tired of all of bullshit,
tellin me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see positive,
you know i'm sayin?
i rapp about around me, shit i see,
you what i'm sayin?
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, hating that's going on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, it's though,
you know what i'm
i'm fed up, thats my world