Luyện nghe bài hát What Would U Do

(featuring Monetana)

[Paul
My life, all peaches and cream
This fame thing and this game bring, more pain 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 no questions
I wonder if God's, 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 of my life
I'm taking to the right, but still I end up wrong
I'm built for the ocean, but I'm stuck in backyard pond
I'm trying to my pace, in the place I belong
I'm going for the gold, but I keep bronze
Who do I call to for advice, when all my mentors
This is my life, this ain't just the words to my what do I do

[Hook:
What do you do, when them after you
Keep it real and it true, get that dirt 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, locked
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 thinking bout, where your life
45 years of your life spent, with a aggravated robbery
You plead guilty, for a lesser
Even though the judge was harsh, God's in charge
I be wishing that, I go back in time
And tell the judge that nine, and the strack was mine
That be fine, but I guess it's too late for that
I know that court appointed lawyer, was
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 let your life live you, just keep on moving

[Paul
People think, my life is all about raps and
If I'm to have it good, why is my life so rough
I'm straight, but sometimes I need to lean on a crutch
Nobody me life would get this tough, you gotta feel me though
I ain't trying 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 friends 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, saying all that we rap is swangas
Mad cause they c.d.'s, below the shelf like
Should I retaliate the hate, and pay 'em back ten
They got me hot, but I'm standing out in the cold what do I do