Luyện nghe bài hát What I Gotta Live For

I ain't got shit to 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 and bust a clip
I the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
the car crush the whip
And it's one I loved the six, fuck this shit

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

I'll take half of his cake, run, I debate
Father had the to tell me I'm a mistake
I said, Dad I told my daughter that, I relate
And the beef up the hill, is gettin' live
sittin' by, still gettin' high

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

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

Yo fuck around I'ma him, him, and him
And fuck her when your lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The Benz truck drive it up, every 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
What do I to live for

Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But have tuition for college
So that mission
Straight like 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, gimme kicks
Matter fact you pussy, gimme bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, negotiate with Samuel Jackson

It's a time to kill, do I do?
My girl pregnant, rent is due, the is off
The heat is off, no the is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm about to beat
A nigga 'til they or gone, at least I'm gone

do it matter, they just relate to binnis
Girl my man like 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, 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 quarter to

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

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