Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my and bust a clip
I the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And it's one time I the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never
It's only to 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 of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I my daughter that, I could relate
And the up the hill, is real gettin live
Still sittin by, gettin high
And I hold my tongue
I was wrong to tell 'em
That I could stop doing long enough to sell em
A proclamation, intoxication
[Ayo Cam' high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so
the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I 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 truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But have tuition for college
So that abolished
Straight like power, politics, and policy making
a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that
Gimme hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme kicks
Matter you pussy, gimme your bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuel
It's A Time To Kill, do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the is off
The is off, no the heat is on nigga
In the is on, I'm about to beat upon
A til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
do it matter, they 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 the pies, you sort of a lie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a to five
Life's on the line, wife's blind
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what

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