Luyện nghe bài hát What I Gotta Live For

I ain't got to live 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 stick the gun to my head and bust a
I the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car the whip
And it's one time I the six, fuck this shit

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

I'll half 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, still gettin'

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

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

Yo around I'ma 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 drive it 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
What do I to live for

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

Give a fuck how I see bakin', gimme this, that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme shit
your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, negotiate with Samuel Jackson

It's a to kill, what do I do?
My pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the heat is on
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 Jada from Innis
But I play to the finish, got in a blemish
Least I wasn't in a clinic in there, you age in a minute

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

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

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