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 fuck all that I'm sayin', you for me then
Fuck shit, bloodshed, 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
the car crush the whip
And it's one time I loved the six, this shit

Trust a Never that
Only to fuck a to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a on me wranglin' brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I get weight

I'll take of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to me I'm a mistake
I said, Dad I told my that, I could relate
And the up the hill, is real gettin' live
Still sittin' by, gettin' high

And I hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs enough to sell 'em
A proclamation, with
Ayo Cam' gettin' high, a three occasion

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

Yo fuck I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her your 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, for what?

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

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

Give a fuck how I see bakin', gimme this, that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your
is clappin', I'm in, can't negotiate with 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 is on, I'm about to beat upon
A nigga they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone

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

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

Life's on the line, wife's blind
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nine, man, that's 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
What do I to live for
do I have to live for