Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got shit to live for
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell
You gotta lot to for
Man all that
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
Crash the car the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, this shit
a chick? Never that
It's only to a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me Brothers tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I debate
Father had the to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is gettin live
sittin by, still gettin high
And I don't hold my
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long to sell em
A proclamation, intoxication
[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A 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 spray him, him, and him
And her when your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The Benz truck driv' it up, every did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for
But didn't tuition for college
So mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme
Gimme your hat, gimme gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter fact you pussy, gimme bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate Samuel Jackson
It's A Time To Kill, do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the is off
The heat is off, no the heat is on
In the street is on, I'm about to beat
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 blazed in a
Least I wasn't caged in a
In there, you age in a
But you the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art
Come through leave your shit wet like 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 goin
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why give it up
Wrists stay up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what

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