Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, ain't all peaches and
fame thing and this game bring, more pain than it seem
I trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my blessing
But sometimes it feels like, there's some'ing missing
I got all the answers, but no questions
I wonder if God's, just trying to teach me a
The situations progressing, it's getting
I hope I don't my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, pipes
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this backyard
I'm trying to maintain my pace, in the place I
I'm for the gold, but I keep getting bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my song 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 and bang Screw, Swishahouse like what it do
let them see the sweat on you, just keep it real

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

[Paul
People think, my life is all raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my life so
I'm walking straight, but I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody told me life get this tough, you gotta feel me though
Cause I ain't to be sad
I God for everything 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
we use to be down, but now you shady homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering when will I flop, I know they on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf hangers
Should I the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me running hot, but I'm standing out in the what do I do