Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got to live for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell
You gotta lot to for
Man all that
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 the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
the car crush the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck shit
a chick? Never that
It's only to a bitch to fuck a bitch
ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I get weight
take half of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I told my daughter that, I could
And the beef up the hill, is gettin live
Still sittin by, still high
And I don't hold my
I was wrong enough to 'em
I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three rock
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so
the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I could if I
But why the I gotta pay him, him, and him?
Yo around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your 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?

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

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

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