Luyện nghe bài hát What Do I Gotta Live For

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

1]
Yo, yo
I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and a clip
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
a chick? Never that
It's to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch
Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling tip
my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight
I'll take half of his cake, run, I would
Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a
I said, dad I my daughter that, I could relate
And the beef up the hill, is real gettin
Still by, still gettin high
And I don't my tongue
I was wrong enough to 'em
That I could stop doing drugs long enough to em
A proclamation, with
[Ayo gettin high!] A three rock occasion
Whoa, I'm so high, so high
What the fuck motherfuckers put in my lye??
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 I'ma it up
The Benz truck driv' it up, weekend did it up
But tell me why, for what?

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

2]
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, gimme your gat, gimme shit
your bricks, gimme your kicks
Matter you pussy, gimme your bitch
is clappin, I'm in
Can't with Samuel Jackson
A Time To Kill, what do I do?
My girl pregnant, is due, the phone is off
The heat is off, no the is on nigga
In the street is on, I'm to beat upon
A nigga til deceased or gone, at least I'm gone
What do it matter, they just relate to
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, ho, we know the art
Come 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, wife's goin
me man, god, what type of a sign
Take a nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for

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