Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm for my blessing
But sometimes it just feels like, there's missing
I got all the answers, but no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I I don't fail my test and, the heat is on
say that pressure, busts pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for breath of my life
I'm taking to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm in this backyard pond
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep bronze
Who do I call to for advice, all my mentors gone
This is my life, this just the words to my song what do I do

Monetana]
What do you do, when them after you
Keep it and keep it true, get that dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, like what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

[Paul
This one for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 year sentence, I don't like how sound
We've homies since Middle School, we were childhood chums
But you got caught up, by life in the
I'm bout, where your life went
45 years of your spent, with a aggravated robbery indictment
You plead guilty, for a charge
Even though the was harsh, God's still in charge
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And the judge that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess it's too for that
I that court 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
Don't up, just do what you do
Live your life don't let life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my life is all raps and such
If I'm suppose to it good, why is my life so rough
I'm straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life would get this tough, you gotta me though
Cause I ain't to be sad
I thank God for I got, and all the blessings I had
I hard I still grind, all night in the lab
The best I ever had, was a pen and a pad
Cause talking down, hating on me
Yeah we use to be down, but now you shady
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
when will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all we rap about is swangas
Mad they c.d.'s, below the shelf like hangers
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the cold do I do