Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, pain than it seem
I ain't trying to be depressed, and I'm greatful for my
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 me a lesson
The situations progressing, getting stressing
I hope I don't fail my test and, the is on
They say that pressure, pipes
So I my cool, and thank God for every breath of my life
I'm taking steps to the right, but still I end up
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in this pond
I'm trying to my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep getting
Who do I call to for advice, when all my gone
This is my life, this just the words to my song what do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, when them haters you
Keep it real and keep it true, get dirt up off of you
Still swang and bang Screw, like what it do
Don't let them see the sweat on you, keep it real

[Paul
This one for Broderick Brown, locked down
A 45 sentence, I don't like how that sound
We've been homies since Middle School, we childhood chums
But you got up, by life in the slums
I'm thinking bout, your life went
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery
You guilty, for a lesser charge
Even though the judge was harsh, God's in charge
I be wishing that, I could go back in
And tell the that that nine, and the strack was mine
That would be fine, but I guess too late for that
I that court appointed lawyer, was whack
Ain't it ironic though, you went in Ferguson you end up in the
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 life is all about 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
Nobody told me 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 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 homie
I see 'em all up on the Internet, on me
Wondering will I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, saying all that we rap is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like
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