Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a
I want the to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
a chick? Never that
It's to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, I expect, I could get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I debate
Father had the nerve to me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is gettin live
Still sittin by, still high
And I don't my tongue
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so
What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my
Make a dollars, yo I could if I tried
But why the fuck I pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why give it up
The Benz driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for

What do I have to 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 tuition for college
So mission abolished
Straight street like power, politics, and policy
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, that
Gimme your hat, your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme bricks, gimme your 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 pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the 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 Jada from Innis
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
Least I caged in a clinic
In there, you age in a
But you the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art
Come through leave your wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's goin
Tell me man, god, what type of a
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for

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