Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got shit to live for
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in hell
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 the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to
Crash the car crush the
And it's one I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a chick? Never
It's only to fuck a to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I debate
had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I my daughter that, I could relate
And the up the hill, is real gettin live
Still sittin by, still high
And I hold my tongue
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could stop doing long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo Cam' high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
What the fuck motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I could if I
But why the fuck I pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck around I'ma 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, for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for
So that abolished
street like power, politics, and policy making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme
Gimme your hat, your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter you pussy, gimme your bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate Samuel Jackson
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 is on, I'm about to beat upon
A nigga til deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, they relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like from 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, ho, we know the art
Come through your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We the pies, you sort of a lie
You aint 730 you 'bout 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
Wrists stay up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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