Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to the gun to my head and bust a clip
I want the to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And it's one time I loved the six, fuck shit
Trust a chick? that
It's only to 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 real live
Still by, still gettin high
And I hold my tongue
I was enough to tell 'em
That I could stop drugs long enough to sell em
A proclamation, intoxication
[Ayo Cam' high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, you're so
What the fuck motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I if I tried
But why the fuck I pay him, him, and him?
Yo around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And her when 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?

do I have to live for...
What do I have to for...
What do I to live 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 making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme kicks
Matter you pussy, gimme your 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 is off, no the heat is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat
A nigga til deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, they relate to Binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada Innis
But I to the finish, got blazed 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
through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You aint 730 you 'bout a quarter to five
Life's on the line, wife's goin
Tell me man, god, what of a sign
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 have to for...