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If I Had... by Eminem
Lyrics & Translation
English
"Life" by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've gotten past it
It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they're really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises to hide their true colors
So just when you think you're close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of workin' at Builder's Square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have one on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore
After work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
Tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me"
And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'posed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
You know what I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player-hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But hey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just fed up
That's my word
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of If I Had... by Eminem
If I Had...* (original Eminem)
"Life" by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've gotten past it
It's gonna come back around to tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they're really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises to hide their true colors
So just when you think you're close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off
I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of workin' at Builder's Square
Tired of not being a millionaire
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have one on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore
After work in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
Tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me
Saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me"
And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
Without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
Robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'posed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
You know what I'm sayin'?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player-hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But hey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just fed up
That's my word
If I Had... (traducción LyricVerse Team)
"Vida" por Marshall Mathers
¿Qué es la vida?
La vida es como un gran obstáculo
Frente a tu vista para frenarte
Y cada vez que crees haberlo superado
Va a volver para derribarte al maldito suelo
¿Qué son los amigos?
Los amigos son personas que crees que son tus amigos
Pero en realidad son tus enemigos, con identidades secretas
Y disfraces para ocultar sus verdaderos colores
Así que justo cuando crees que estás lo suficientemente cerca para ser hermanos
Quieren volver y cortarte la garganta cuando no estás mirando
¿Qué es el dinero?
El dinero es lo que hace que un hombre actúe raro
El dinero es la raíz de todo mal
El dinero hará que esos mismos amigos vuelvan
Jurando que siempre estuvieron ahí
¿Qué es la vida?
Estoy cansado de la vida
Estoy cansado de las serpientes traicioneras con sonrisas amistosas
Estoy cansado de cometer tantos pecados
Cansado de ceder siempre cuando esta botella de Henny gana
Cansado de nunca tener dinero
Cansado de tener amigos flacos enganchados al crack y mini-thins
Estoy cansado de este DJ poniendo tu mierda cuando pincha
Cansado de no tener un contrato
Cansado de tener que lidiar con la mierda sin agarrar el acero
Cansado de ahogarme en mi tristeza
Cansado de tener que pedir prestado un dólar para gasolina para arrancar mi Monte Carlo
Estoy cansado de los hijos de puta que disparan y se largan
Estoy cansado de trabajos que empiezan a cinco cincuenta la hora
Luego este jefe se pregunta por qué soy respondón
Estoy cansado de que me despidan cada vez que me tiro un pedo y toso
Cansado de tener que trabajar como dependiente de gasolinera
Para este idiota respirando en mi nuca volviéndome loco
Estoy cansado de usar cubiertos de plástico
Cansado de trabajar en Builder's Square
Cansado de no ser millonario
Pero si tuviera un millón de dólares
Compraría una maldita cervecería, y convertiría el planeta en alcohólicos
Si tuviera una varita mágica, haría que el mundo me la chupara
Sin condón, mientras estoy en el baño
Si tuviera un millón de pavos
No sería suficiente, porque seguiría por ahí
Asaltando camiones blindados
Si tuviera un deseo
Pediría un culo lo suficientemente grande para que todo el mundo lo besara
Estoy cansado de ser basura blanca, arruinado y siempre pobre
Cansado de devolver botellas de refresco a la tienda de fiestas
Estoy cansado de no tener teléfono
Cansado de no tener un hogar donde tener uno si lo tuviera
Cansado de no conducir un BM
Cansado de no trabajar en GM, cansado de querer ser él
Cansado de no dormir sin un Tylenol PM
Cansado de no actuar en un coliseo lleno
Cansado de no estar de gira
Cansado de follarme a la misma puta rubia
Después del trabajo en la parte trasera de un Contour
Estoy cansado de fingir dinero con un fajo de billetes de uno
Tener falta de fondos y recurrir a las armas
Cansado de que me miren
Cansado de usar la misma maldita gorra Nike Air
Cansado de entrar a los clubes usando el mismo par de Lugz
Cansado de la gente que dice que está cansada de oírme rapear sobre drogas
Cansado de otros raperos que no tienen ni la mitad de mi habilidad
Diciendo que no me sentían en "Nobody's As Ill As Me"
Y estoy cansado de las estaciones de radio que mienten
Cansado de JLB diciendo "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
Pero si tuviera un millón de dólares
Compraría una maldita cervecería, y convertiría el planeta en alcohólicos
Si tuviera una varita mágica, haría que el mundo me la chupara
Sin condón, mientras estoy en el baño
Si tuviera un millón de pavos
No sería suficiente, porque seguiría por ahí
Asaltando camiones blindados
Si tuviera un deseo
Pediría un culo lo suficientemente grande para que todo el mundo lo besara
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Estoy cansado de toda esta mierda
Diciéndome que sea positivo
¿Cómo se supone que voy a ser positivo si no veo nada positivo?
¿Sabes lo que digo?
Rapeo sobre la mierda que me rodea, la mierda que veo
¿Sabes lo que digo? Ahora mismo estoy cansado de todo
Cansado de todo este "player-hating" que ocurre en mi propia ciudad
No puedo conseguir difusión, ¿sabes lo que digo?
Pero hey, está bien, ¿sabes lo que digo?
Simplemente harto
Esa es mi palabra
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