Luyện nghe bài hát What I Gotta Live For

I ain't got to live for anyway, yes you do
I'll see these niggas in Hell anyway you 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 the gun to my head and bust 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin' for
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, gimme your gat, gimme shit
your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter fact you pussy, your bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, can't negotiate 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 is on, I'm about to beat upon
A 'til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone

What do it matter, just relate to binnis
Girl fucked my man Jada from 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 the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art
through leave your shit wet like Noah's ark
We the pies, you sort of a lie
You ain't 730 nigga you a quarter to five

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

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