Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I got shit to live 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
Fuck shit
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and a clip
I want the to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck 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, fuck I expect, I 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 my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is real gettin
Still sittin by, still high
And I don't my tongue
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo 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 could if I
But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and
Yo fuck around spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The Benz driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

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

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