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 live for me
that shit, bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed

Yo, yo, I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a
I want the world to see the to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And it's one time I loved the six, this shit

Trust a chick? that
Only to fuck a bitch to fuck a
Girl ran a circus on me brothers tip
Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get

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

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

Woah, I'm so high, so high
What the fuck motherfuckers 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 your girl lay, him, him, and him
Man, that's why 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 have to for

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

Give a how I see bakin', gimme this, gimme that
Gimme your hat, your gat, gimme your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme kicks
fact you pussy, gimme your bitch
Cam' is clappin', I'm in, can't negotiate with Samuel

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

What do it matter, they just relate to
Girl fucked my man like from Innis
But I play to the finish, got blazed in a
Least I caged in a clinic in there, you age in a minute

But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we the art
Come leave your shit wet like Noah's ark
We order the pies, you 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 nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, weekend did it up
But me why, live for what

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