Luyện nghe bài hát What I Gotta Live For

I ain't got shit to for anyway, yes you do
see these niggas in Hell anyway you gotta lot to live for
Man all that I'm sayin', you live for me then
Fuck that shit, bloodshed, bloodshed,

Yo, yo, I'm ready to 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 it's one I loved the six, fuck this shit

a chick? Never that
Only to fuck a to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me wranglin' tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight

I'll half of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a
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 don't hold my tongue I was enough to tell 'em
I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell 'em
A proclamation, with
Ayo gettin' high, a three rock occasion

Woah, I'm so high, you're so
What the these motherfuckers put in my live
Make a dollars, yo I could if I tried
But why the fuck I pay him, him, and him?

Yo around I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The truck drive it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for

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

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin' for
But didn't have for college
So mission abolished
Straight like power, politics, and policy making

Give a fuck how I see bakin', this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, your kicks
fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, can't negotiate Samuel Jackson

a time 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 is on, I'm about to beat upon
A nigga 'til they deceased or gone, at I'm gone

What do it matter, they just to binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada from
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
Least I wasn't caged in a clinic in there, you age in a

But you know the sharks, ho, we know the art
Come through leave shit wet like Noah's ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five

on the line, wife's goin' blind
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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