Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a
I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to
Crash the car the whip
And it's one I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a Never that
It's to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, I expect, I could get weight
I'll half of his cake, run, I would 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 my tongue
I was enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so
What the fuck motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I if I tried
But why the fuck I pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck around I'ma him, him, and him
And her when your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why I'ma it up
The Benz truck driv' it up, weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But didn't have for college
So that mission
Straight street like power, politics, and policy
Give a fuck how I see bakin, this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your
Gimme your bricks, gimme kicks
fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't with Samuel Jackson
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 beat
A nigga til they or gone, at least I'm gone
do it matter, they just relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada Innis
But I to the finish, got blazed in a blemish
Least I wasn't in a clinic
In there, you age in a
But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we the art
through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a to five
Life's on the line, goin blind
me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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