Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all peaches and
This fame and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I ain't to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but ain't no
I if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
The situations progressing, it's stressing
I hope I fail my test and, the heat is on
say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and God for every breath of my life
I'm steps to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting
Who do I call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, ain't just the words to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, them haters after you
Keep it real and keep it true, get that up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, Swishahouse what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, keep it real

[Paul
This one here's for Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't how that sound
We've been since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by in the slums
I'm thinking bout, where your life
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated indictment
You plead guilty, for a lesser
Even though the judge was harsh, God's still in
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And tell the that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I it's too late for that
I know that appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in you end up in the Penn
And the way that we communicate, is through a pen
give up, just do what you do
Live life don't let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to it good, why is my life so rough
I'm walking straight, but I need to lean on a crutch
told me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I trying to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I work hard I grind, all night in the lab
The best I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause people talking down, on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of is jealous, saying all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm out in the cold what do I do