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 you gotta lot to live for
Man fuck all that I'm sayin', you for me then
that shit, bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed

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 loved the six, this shit

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

I'll take half of his cake, run, I would
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a
I said, Dad I told my 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 wrong to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to 'em
A proclamation, with
Ayo Cam' gettin' high, a three rock

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

Yo fuck around spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why I'ma it up
The Benz truck it up, every weekend did it up
But me why, live for what?

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

Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for
So that mission
Straight like power, politics, and policy making

Give a fuck how I see bakin', gimme this, that
Gimme your hat, your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' 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 is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat
A 'til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone

What do it matter, just relate to binnis
Girl fucked my man like Jada Innis
But I play to the finish, got blazed in a
Least I wasn't caged in a in there, you age in a minute

But you know the sharks, ho, we know the art
Come through your shit wet like Noah's ark
We the pies, you sort of a lie
You ain't 730 nigga you 'bout a to five

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

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