Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

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

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for
So that mission
Straight street like power, politics, and making
Give a how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme 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
It's A 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 to beat upon
A nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm
What do it matter, just relate to Binnis
Girl my man like Jada 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, ho, we know the art
Come through leave your shit wet Noah's Ark
We the pies, you sort of a lie
You aint 730 you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, goin blind
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for

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