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 it its gonna come back,
and tackle you to the damn ground,
what are friends, are people that you think are friends,
but they really your enemies with identities,
and disguises to hide true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers,
they wanna back and cut your throat when you aint lookin,
what is money, money is what a man act funny,
money is the of all evil,
money'll make them friends come back around,
swearin they was always always down,
but it's life...im of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins,
im of commitin so many sins,
tired of givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any
tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things,
im tired of this Dj, your shit when he spins,
im tired of not havin a deal, of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel,
tired of in my sorrow,
tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my carlo,
im tired of sprayin shit an dartin off,
im of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm smartin off,
of being fired every time i fart and cough,
tired of havin to work as a gas station clerk for this breatin down my neck,
me beserk,
im tired of plastic silverwear
tired of at buildin square,
tired of not a millionare,
but if i had a million i'd buy a damn 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 wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the whole to kiss,
im of being white trash, broke an always poor,
tired of pop bottles back to the party store,
tired of not havin a phone, of not havin a home to have one in if i did have one on,
tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not at GM, tired of wantin to be him,
tired of not sleepin without PM,
tired of not in a packed collessium,
of not bein on tour,
tired of f*ckin the blonde whore,
work in the back of a contour,
im tired of knots with a stack of ones, havin a lack of funds, an resort back to guns,
tired of bein stared at, tired of wearin the damn nike air-hat,
tired of steppin in clubs wearin the same of luggs,
of people sayin they're tired of hearin me rappin bout drugs,
tired of other rappers who aint half 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 fibs 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 without a condom on,
im on the john,
if i had a millions bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin trucks,
if i had one wish, i would ask for one big enough ass for the world to kiss,

you know what i'm im tired of all of this 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 shit around me, i see,
you know what i'm
and right now i'm of everything,
tired of all this, player hating that's on in my own city,
you get away or play,
you know i'm sayin',
but hey, cool though,
you what i'm sayin'?
i'm just fed up, thats my