Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got to live for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to 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 want the world to see the to drip, pus to drip
the car crush the whip
And one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
a chick? Never that
It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get
take half of his cake, run, I would 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 real gettin
Still by, still gettin high
And I hold my tongue
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could stop drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, intoxication
[Ayo gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
What the these motherfuckers put in my lye??
a million dollars, yo I could if I tried
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 truck it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for
But have tuition for college
So that abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your
Gimme your bricks, your 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 pregnant, rent 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 til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, just relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada 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 know the sharks, 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 'bout a quarter to
Life's on the line, wife's goin
Tell me man, god, what of a sign
a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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