Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

I aint got shit to for anyway
Yes you do
see these niggas in hell anyway
You gotta lot to for
Man all that
I'm sayin, you for me then
Fuck shit
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed...

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and a clip
I want the to see the blood to drip, pus to drip
Crash the car crush the
And it's one I loved the six, fuck this shit
a chick? Never that
It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll half of his cake, run, I would debate
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a
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
I was wrong to tell 'em
That I could stop doing drugs enough to sell em
A proclamation, with
Cam' gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye??
Make a million dollars, yo I could if I
But why the I gotta pay him, him, and him?
Yo fuck I'ma spray him, him, and him
And fuck her when your lay, him, him, and him
Man, why I'ma give it up
The truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

2]
Yo, yo, yo, I was for knowledge
But didn't have tuition for
So that mission
Straight street like power, politics, and making
Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, that
Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, your shit
Gimme your bricks, gimme your
Matter fact you pussy, gimme your
is clappin, I'm in
Can't negotiate Samuel Jackson
It's A To Kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, 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 they deceased or gone, at least I'm
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
But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we the art
through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark
We order the pies, you of a lie
You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a to five
Life's on the line, goin blind
Tell me man, god, type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, why I'ma give it up
Wrists glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what

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