Luyện nghe bài hát Do You Know?

Then, are the times in my life
When I feel,
there's, no way out
No
To be honest, I don't know where my life is
Where end up at
I just know

Verse One: Puff

I back and saw the cat focus, took notice
away from the bogus, til his rise began
Phillies stacked his grand played the
til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat
Track stunnin, fame singin, his ringin
Money to pile, honeys start to wild
Top notch drop top make he drop hot
He dream, visualize, and scheme
Got the cream without the beam
Witcha eye drive slow, 8-5-0
Jet black tint still, they might
Who the cat controllin the of rap and R&B
Trapped of a movie starrin me, so far

Chorus: 2X

Do you know where you're to?
Do you the things that life is showing you?
Where are you to? Do you know?

Two: Puff Daddy

Shorty was brimmin, singin, with cats who move bricks
Heard she do backflips, for who stack chips
Suck for dough, now she for Bills up in Buffalo
Real G's her back swell
Only head to those niggaz who rapped well
a black cell, flip it, sippin on Whitman cool mints
Rumors spread, a G she took, six or more
Two bagged up, four raw
Back of my countin up the big score
Violators from the door, she lookin up the floor
Sore from all the pain her couldn't ignore
So far from pure, to the core
Either or, for sure, trapped inside the of a whore

Verse Three: Puff

to cope with, all these niggaz and dope whips
with flow, motherfuckers that gotta flash gold
to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the twice
In they Roleys they rock ice, to get hit on
Bitches dyin to get on, a dick or get shit on
Don't understand playin wit it
Players get these bitches and let they man hit it
Fuck that, you can that, if I had a gun
I'd slugs black and bust back
See how these love that, to the point where
I can't it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it
I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill
And I can't be a player, wanna kill myself, trust

w/ variations

I on this road for a long time now
At it seems like the road is never gonna end
On this road there's a lotta, hills and
Peaks and
Even a lot of potholes on road
It's never smooth, on the of life
I don't where I'm going
I know where I wanna end up at

w/ variations

Lord can you help me get
let me get there

*piano interlude, Chorus