Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the world to see the to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car the whip
And one time I loved the six, fuck this shit
Trust a Never that
It's only to fuck a bitch to a bitch
Girl ran a on me Wrangling Brothers tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll take of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, dad I told my daughter that, I relate
And the up the hill, is real gettin live
Still sittin by, still gettin
And I hold my tongue
I was enough to tell 'em
That I could doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, intoxication
[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
What the fuck these 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 I'ma him, him, and him
And fuck her 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 me why, live for what?

What do I have to for...
What do I have to for...
do I have to live for...
What do I to live 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 how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that
Gimme hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, your kicks
Matter you pussy, gimme your bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate with Samuel
A Time To Kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the is off
The heat is off, no the is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm to beat upon
A nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm
What do it matter, they just to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada Innis
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
I wasn't caged in a clinic
In there, you age in a
But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we the art
Come leave your 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, wife's blind
Tell me man, god, what type of a
a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what

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