Luyện nghe bài hát What I Gotta Live For

I got shit to live for anyway, yes you do
I'll see these niggas in Hell anyway you gotta lot to for
Man fuck all that I'm sayin', you for me then
Fuck that shit, bloodshed, bloodshed,

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 crush the
And it's one time I the six, fuck this shit

Trust a Never that
Only to fuck a bitch to a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me wranglin' tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I 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 beef up the hill, is real live
Still sittin' by, still gettin'

And I don't hold my tongue I was enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to 'em
A proclamation, intoxication
Ayo Cam' high, a three rock occasion

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin' for
But didn't tuition for college
So that mission
Straight street power, politics, and policy making

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

It's a to kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, is due, the phone is off
The is off, no the heat is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to 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 Jada Innis
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
Least I caged in a clinic in there, you age in a minute

But you know the sharks, ho, we know the art
Come through leave your wet like Noah's ark
We the pies, you sort of a lie
You ain't 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
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what

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