Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got shit to live for
Yes you do
see these niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to for
Man fuck all
I'm sayin, you live for me
that shit
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
the car crush the whip
And one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? that
only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I would
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a
I said, dad I told my daughter that, I relate
And the beef up the hill, is real live
Still sittin by, still gettin
And I don't hold my
I was enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
What the fuck motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a dollars, yo I could if I tried
But why the I gotta pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck around I'ma him, him, and him
And fuck her your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

What do I have to for...
What do I have to for...
What do I have to for...
What do I to live for..

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for
But didn't tuition for college
So mission abolished
Straight like power, politics, and policy making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, this, gimme that
Gimme hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuel
A Time To Kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat
A nigga til they or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, just relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like from Innis
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
Least I wasn't caged in a
In there, you age in a
But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we the art
Come leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's blind
Tell me man, god, what of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

What do I to live for...
do I have to live for...