Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got shit to for anyway
Yes you do
I'll see these niggas in anyway
You gotta lot to for
Man all that
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 the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And it's one time I the six, fuck this shit
Trust a Never that
It's to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a on me Wrangling Brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get
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 could
And the beef up the hill, is gettin live
Still sittin by, still gettin
And I don't my tongue
I was wrong to tell 'em
That I could doing drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo Cam' gettin high!] A three 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 I'ma him, him, and him
And fuck her when girl 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, live for

What do I have to for...
do I have 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 have for college
So that mission
Straight street like power, politics, and policy
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme
your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your
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 heat is off, no the heat is on
In the street is on, I'm to beat upon
A nigga til they deceased or gone, at I'm gone
What do it matter, they relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like from 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 you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's goin
me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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