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 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 if God's, just trying to teach me a lesson
The progressing, it's getting stressing
I hope I fail my test and, the heat is on
They say that pressure, busts
So I keep my cool, and thank God for every breath of my
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 my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I getting bronze
Who do I to for advice, when all my mentors gone
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my what do I do

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

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

[Paul
think, my life is all about raps and such
If I'm suppose to have it good, why is my so rough
I'm walking straight, but sometimes I 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
people 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
Wondering when I flop, I know they waiting on me
A lot of rappers is jealous, all that we rap about is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, the shelf like hangers
I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten fold
They got me hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do